The First Heir

Next to Eric stood a distinguished, middle-aged man in his mid-forties. His appearance was quite similar to Eric’s.

He was the chairman of Seafare Trading and was Eric’s father, Samson Yates.

Additionally, on the top of Eric’s hospital bed, there was a middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes. The woman’s eyes had turned red from crying. “Who is so cruel to have beaten my son up like this?”

She was Eric’s mother, Cecelia Drew.

Her heart was in pain. Evidently, a mother’s children were her most beloved. At that moment, seeing that her child had been hurt by someone else, Cecelia’s heart was bleeding!

“Eric, tell me, who hurt you? I’ll ask your father to capture that person!”

Cecelia wanted to hold Eric’s hand but was afraid of hurting him, so she could only watch anxiously.

A stream of tears fell from the corners of Eric’s eyes. His chapped lips trembled as he said, “Dad, you must avenge me! It’s Philip Clarke, that spineless piece of trash! Kill him for me! I’m a cripple now!”

Samson had not said a single word ever since he appeared in the ward. Nevertheless, his face was extremely dark.

Philip Clarke?

Was he not a useless piece of trash?

Why did he do such a thing?

Was he tired of living?

“Samson, say something! Don’t you feel bad that our son was beaten up by that worthless piece of trash? We must avenge our son! I want that b*stard to pay with his life!”

crying, but her eyes were

“Enough!”

son properly. He causes trouble all the

Samson Yates, I

Samson aside, and started

hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip suffer ten times

not take that

why did Philip dare

his son very well. He

did not

had to pay for

Samson turned around and

at

lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and

into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he

cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric,

him and sped aggressively through the night

later, Philip received a call

it’s so late,

to eighty square meters house, busy preparing the things to be used after Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in group chats 940, 901, and 551

guts!

shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other

something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here

me by my full

After saying that, he slammed

Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one