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

“Enough!”

and glared at her. “You’re the woman of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly. He

he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My

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

felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this

take that useless

why did Philip dare take things

He must have kept something from

did

to pay for

that said, Samson turned around and left

arrived at the hospital right after

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

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

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

brought a few men with him

hour later, Philip

late,

after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in

guts! Come back here right

heard. It was not Martha’s voice

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

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

saying

Charles stood in one corner as