The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Philip got into the Audi and continued discussing Mila’s condition with Henry. Henry had already researched Mila’s condition for half a month now, and the success rate he could come up with was 80%! That meant a very high chance of complete recovery! They went to the hospital to take a look at Wynn. She was now safe but still unconscious due to the shock. Just after Philip left the hospital entrance with Henry, Keagan, and Theo in tow, he received a call from his father-in-law. Charles was furious as he bellowed,

“Philip! Where did you run off to? Where’s the painting I told you to deliver?” Slap! Philip smacked his forehead then remembered that he had left the house this morning to deliver a painting to Civil Gallery. How could he have forgotten it? Without another thought, Philip quickly said, “Send me to Southville Street.” Theo immediately went up to open the door of his Benz, inviting Philip in. Henry and Keagan, too, wanted to invite Philip into their own cars, but they were not as quick as Theo. “Let’s follow them,”

knocked. “Mom, I’m here for the painting.” Martha opened the door with a sulky expression and scolded, “Where the hell did you run off to? Were you trying to get me to deliver the painting myself instead? I don’t even know what you’re doing with your life. You only know how to slack around.” As Philip listened to Martha’s abusive words, he only smiled sheepishly and continued to apologize. He picked up the gift box that was readily placed on the coffee table then rushed out the door. Behind him, his mother-in-law

such a rare opportunity for him to finally shine in front of his old friends and a few of the famous collectors within the country, but this scene was now made awkward by his son-in-law. How could he not be furious? Aiden was standing beside Charles, unable to conceal the smirk on his face as he said, “Uncle Johnston, I think Philip is blatantly disrespecting you. This is such an important exhibition, but he is late. Isn’t he just trying to embarrass you?” This brat was really terrible! He was trying to make the situation worse even at a time like this. “Hmph!” Charles snorted. “I don’t have a son-in-law like him!” The people inside the gallery were mostly art collectors as well, and they

much, and we’re just waiting for this painting. Tell us how much longer we must wait.” As everyone got restless, Charles could only smile and apologize. “It’ll be here soon, my sonin-law is on the way.” This sh*tty Philip! Once this exhibition ends, I will have Wynn divorce him! “Hehe, Charles, wouldn’t asking that crap of a sonin-law of yours to deliver that painting be a

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