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!”

her eyes were filled

“Enough!”

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

too? Fine, Samson Yates, I

up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started to make a

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

not take

why did Philip dare take things so

very well. He must have kept

did not

had to pay

said, Samson turned around and left

at the hospital right

in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit

and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now.

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

brought a few men with him and sped aggressively through the

than half an hour later, Philip received a

so late, what’s

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

Clarke, you’ve got some guts!

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

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

full name? You’re really insolent. Get

absolutely livid. After saying that, he slammed

and Charles stood in