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 time. If he really didn’t do anything in the

he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I

up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and

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

truly did not take

dare take things

his son very well. He must have

it did not

had to pay

said, Samson turned around

arrived at the hospital right after

in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I

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

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

with him and sped aggressively through the night

half an hour later, Philip received a call

so 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

you’ve got some guts! Come back

voice on the other

something. He calmly said,

me by my full name? You’re

livid. After saying that,

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