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!”

don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he really didn’t do anything in

did you say? Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you!

stood up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started

felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal

not take that useless Philip

dare take things so

knew his son very well. He must have kept

did

to

turned around and left

Bob arrived at the hospital

the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this

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 he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip right now and break his bones. I’ll avenge

a few men with him and sped aggressively through the night to

than half an hour later, Philip

so late, what’s the

after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in group chats 940, 901, and 551 as a special

some guts! Come back

voice on the

calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here

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

was absolutely livid. After saying that,

Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in