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

“Enough!”

became annoyed with Cecelia and glared at her. “You’re the woman of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he really

Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My son is

pushed Samson aside, and started to

heartbroken wife and at son lying on the hospital bed, Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and

did not take that useless Philip

Philip dare

very well. He must

did

to

said, Samson turned around

Bob arrived at the

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

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

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

with him and sped aggressively through the

later,

late, what’s the

had also just distributed

Clarke, you’ve got some guts! Come back here

It was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line,

realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are

my full name? You’re really

was absolutely livid. After saying that, he slammed the

Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one