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!”

was crying, but her

“Enough!”

at her. “You’re the woman of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all

son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed

Samson aside, and started to

he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure

not take that useless

dare take things

son very well. He

did not

had to pay

said, Samson turned around and left the

the other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right

rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to

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

Philip was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as

him and sped aggressively through the night to

hour later, Philip

late, what’s the

in his small seventy 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

you’ve got some guts! Come back here right

not Martha’s voice on

he immediately realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here for

my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back here

After saying that, he slammed

Charles stood in one corner as they trembled