Chapter 360

Philip supposed he understood Frank’s incessant desire to act pretentious.

Frank seemed to feel the most comfortable basked in the envious gazes of Wynn and Martha.

Indeed, men with specific advantages were more prone to receiving better resources.

With how things were going, perhaps all he needed was a little extra effort and a young woman like

Wynn would easily become his.

Stop, stop, stop!

Taking in his expression, Philip realized that Frank was a man of high maintenance.

“You have to tell Aunt Martha if you ever manage to contact this Young Master Clarke, okay Frank?

Aunt Martha here wants to treat this Young Master Clarke to a meal and maybe get to know him a little

bit.”

Martha gazed at Frank with nothing but anticipation.

“Of course, Aunt Martha. That won’t be too difficult considering how Young Master Clarke and I are

rather close.”

Frank added shamelessly as if it was the truth. Lifting his wrist to check the time, he told Wynn, “Oh,

and Wynn. There’ll be a dinner event tonight with a few other chairmen of pharmaceutical enterprises.

Will you care to join us? We might invite Young Master Clarke as well.”

Hearing him, Wynn turned to look at Philip. Seeing as the latter made no sign to stop her, she agreed.

“Sure. Perhaps my cousin-in-law will be so kind as to introduce me, then?”

Wynn was reluctant to attend. After all, the event was at night, and she was pregnant with a child. It

was only natural she would want to avoid any form of socializing if she could.

However, this was the young master of Clark Group they were talking about as well as numerous

chairmen from different pharmaceutical enterprises who would be there for the sake of settling

partnership. It would not bode well for Wynn to avoid such an important event.

That was why she wanted to hear Philip’s view on the matter.

That was a detail everyone present seemed to have caught on.

Martha wore an expression of displeasure, for she did not believe such trash should have the right of

any ‘view on the matter’.

Samantha snorted. Wynn was hilarious. Why did she feel the need to ask for Philip’s opinion on such a

trivial matter?

“Oh? Seems like Philip’s the head of the family, huh, Martha?”

Paula was hardly an amicable person, and so her tone dripped with unadulterated mocking as she

rolled her eyes. She was evidently looking down on them.

‘As if a piece of trash like him will be able to hold back a sly wolf such as Wynn Johnston.’

How could Martha just let the comment slip?

That was the line she despised hearing the most.

‘A useless scum like Philip being the head of the family?

‘Die, damned b*stard!’

“Pour us tea, Philip!”

Martha barked at Philip.

Just like that, Paula’s family sat back and watched the scene unfold with condescension in their eyes.

Could Martha possibly order Philip around?

Wynn’s expression shifted, but she did not comment on it. Not when she knew her mother was merely

doing so to prove her status in the family.

Philip understood as well. Not wanting to have a conflict with Martha today, he followed through and

poured everybody a cup of tea.

Mainly, he did not want to disgrace Wynn in front of Paula’s family.

For his wife, he would take it in stride.

Martha’s mood elevated at Philip’s obedience.

She could not imagine the humiliation she would feel had he not complied at all.

“The floor’s dirty. Go mop up the house.”

Martha began to demand more and ordered Philip around the house.

Hearing Martha, Philip went to retrieve the mop and cleaned up the floor that had been trampled dirty.

However, Paula proceeded to purposefully knock over a cup of water and littered the floor with

sunflower seed shells as she laughed tauntingly. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Philip. I might have accidentally

dirtied the spot you just cleaned up. Can I bother you to mop it up again?”

‘That was unnecessary!’

Anger flared and slightly tinted Philip’s expression. Martha was his mother-in-law, and he was fine with

cleaning if that was what she ordered.

‘Who do you think you are, Paula Yates?’

Wynn stood in time before he could rage, tugging at Philip to whisper in his ear, “Don’t sulk. Just hold

on for a little longer, she’s my Aunt Paula.”

‘Hmph!’

Philip huffed a breath of indignance but mopped again anyway.

Martha, on the other hand, was as enraged as she was nervous. Her back was drenched in her cold

sweat.

She was nervous about whether Philip would opt not to listen and beat Paula up.

However, she was enraged. Why did Philip not beat Paula up?

After seeing Wynn coax Philip out of it, Martha began to grumble internally. ‘Why’d you coax him out of

it?’

Having cleaned the area again, Paula spoke bossily again, “You’ve done well teaching him, Martha.

What an obedient son-in-law you have here.”

Martha smiled, pleased with herself. “Of course. I’m the owner of the house, after all.”

Right then, Frank suddenly suggested. “How about we go for lunch together?”

Nobody objected, and Martha was more than grateful to eat out. Especially when the thought of food

cooked by a good-for-nothing like Philip made her sick.

With that, everybody got ready to leave.

Martha turned around and told Philip, “I don’t think you should go. Mila’s still at the hospital, right? Go

look after her.”

Were they not welcome of him joining?