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

“Enough!”

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

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

up abruptly, pushed Samson aside,

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

did not take

dare take things

knew his son very well. He must have kept something from

did not

had to

that said, Samson turned around and left the

other side, Bob arrived at

bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the

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

Bob heard that Philip was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll

him

an hour later, Philip

late,

Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also

got some guts! Come back here

then heard. It was not Martha’s voice

realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates,

full name? You’re really

absolutely livid. After saying

and Charles stood in one corner as they