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!”

was crying, but her

“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, why did Philip do

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

aside,

and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip suffer ten times

not take

why did Philip dare take

very well. He must have kept something from

it did

to

said, Samson turned around and left the

Bob arrived at

bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I want him

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

the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip right now and break his bones. I’ll avenge

him and sped aggressively through

hour later, Philip received a

late, what’s

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

guts! Come back here

heard. It was not Martha’s voice

He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here

you dare call me by my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back

livid. After saying that, he slammed the

Martha and Charles stood in one corner as they trembled