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!”

but her eyes were filled

“Enough!”

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

son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must

pushed Samson aside, and started to make

his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip suffer ten times more

take

Philip dare take

well. He must have kept something

did

to

said, Samson turned around and left the

side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

he saw Eric wrapped up in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane

and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he did this to me.

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

men with him

than half an hour later,

late,

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 to his employees in group chats 940,

guts! Come back

Martha’s voice on the other end of the line,

something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates,

well, Philip Clarke, you dare call me by my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back here at

was absolutely livid. After saying that, he

the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner as