The First Heir

Chapter 13

“Since Mr. Clarke isn’t here, I won’t disturb you any longer. Please have a great time.” Javier had come so suddenly and left after delivering gifts, leaving the crowd shocked.

Charles coughed with the card still in his hand and asked, “Does any of you know this Mr. Clarke?”

Everyone shook their heads. A figure powerful enough to have the owner of Virtuous Court personally bring over delicious food and great wine was not someone they could be acquainted with their lowly status.

“Could it be Philip Clarke?”

No one knew who had said this for fun, but the whole room burst into laughter. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Stop joking, how could it be that trash? If it were him, I’d eat these wine bottles.”

“Other than having the same last name, what else does our cousin brother-in-law have to show for?”

A few of the youngsters were mocking without reserve.

Wynn found it hard to bear, so she scolded furiously, “That’s enough! What are you guys saying? He is still your cousin brother-in-law no matter what!”

Tsk! A few of the youngsters cocked up their eyebrows arrogantly but said nothing more.

Charles chimed in and asked everyone to stop making a fuss.

Charles’ friends were now extremely envious of him.

“Charles, my man, how could you? You know such a powerful figure, but you didn’t introduce him to us.”

“This too much. First, it’s a treasured painting. Now, there’s a ‘Mr. Clarke’.”

“Come, come, come, forget about all those. These are precious liquors, a king’s drink, waiting to be tasted.” Charles felt it a waste to consume them all now, so he kept one bottle and opened the other. The others did not say anything because being able to have one taste of those liquors was enough to last them a lifetime.

Just then, Aiden said, “Uncle Johnston, I might know this Mr. Clarke. The boss behind the art gallery has ‘Clarke’ as the last name. Could he have known that it was your birthday today, that’s why he has sent the gifts?”

Aiden was only guessing, but the boss of the gallery was named ‘Clarke’. Although he had never met him before, the secretary who liaised with him told him that the man’s name was ‘Clarke’ and he hoped to keep a low profile.

“Really? Then, I must thank Mr. Clarke properly. He’s just too kind.” Charles was visibly excited. He then tugged Aiden’s arm and said, “Addy, you have to arrange a meeting for me with this Mr. Clarke. I can tell that he’s also a collector.”

“I will, surely,” Aiden happily promised. To be able to be held in such high regard by Uncle Johnston was worth the labor.

“Sigh, some people have the same last name but they work as a delivery man,” Lynn spoke up at an inappropriate time, and it was like a thorn stabbing into Wynn’s heart.

Wynn gritted her teeth, took one sip of her drink, and then stood up. “Dad, I’m going to visit Mila at the hospital. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

Charles knew that it would just be torture for his daughter to keep staying here, so he waved to allow her to leave. The distance between his daughter and himself had grown a lot in the past two years.

This was all thanks to that useless Philip.

“Sis, are you in a rush to get back? Remember not to scold our cousin brother-in-law,” Lynn continued to mock. “His gift was quite nice, although it’s a fake.”

Wynn had just reached the door when she heard this. She clenched her fists and left without ever looking back.

As soon as she left, the group started discussing this mysterious Mr. Clarke while belittling Philip.

Not long after he had left Virtuous Court, Philip received a text message: Mr. Clarke, this is Javier Morris. Everything is going well, and your father-in-law is delighted.

Javier Morris? Oh, right, the owner of Virtuous Court. It seemed like this Javier Morris really knew how to win favors.

Philip replied: I won’t look into how you managed to get my phone number, but you better not have exposed my identity in this incident.

When Javier received Philip’s reply, he quickly responded out of fright: Mr. Clarke, don’t worry. I definitely did not.

Philip nodded without replying to him after that and headed to the hospital.

Back at the hospital, Philip sat down at the side of the bed as he watched his adorable daughter sleep. Her tiny nose looked like her mothers, her little mouth too, but her eyes looked like his own.

My daughter is so good-looking, she’ll definitely be a beauty when she grows up!

Not long after Philip arrived, Wynn came back with a frosty expression. She sat down at the side of Mila’s bed and looked at her daughter.

Philip had just come back from getting water at the pantry. When he saw Wynn, he smiled and said, “You’re here. I can take care of things here, so go back home to get some rest.”

Wynn kept quiet as she looked at her daughter with reddened eyes. It seemed like