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

“Enough!”

“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 he

he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be

abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started

heartbroken wife and at son lying on the hospital bed, Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop

not take that

Philip dare take things

knew his son very well. He must have kept something

it did

to pay for

Samson turned around and

the other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after

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

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

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

with him and sped aggressively through the night to

hour later, Philip received

it’s so late,

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

got some guts! Come back

heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the

realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are

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

livid. After saying that, he slammed

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