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 with

“Enough!”

woman of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble

say? Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My

Samson aside, and started to

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 with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip suffer ten times

take that useless

did Philip dare take things so

very well. He must

it did

had to pay

said, Samson turned around and

side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

bed, he flew into a rage. He hit

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

flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he

with him and sped aggressively through the night

an hour later,

late,

house, busy preparing the things to be used after Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also just distributed tens

guts! Come

voice on

He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here for

call me by my full

absolutely livid. After saying that, he

Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner