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 with

“Enough!”

even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he

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

stood up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started

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

not take that useless

did Philip dare take things so

well. He must

it did

had to pay

said, Samson turned around and

Bob arrived at the hospital right

flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I want

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

The hand holding his cane

few men with him and sped aggressively through

later,

it’s so late,

his small seventy to eighty 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

Clarke, you’ve got some guts! Come back

Martha’s voice on the

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

my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back here

livid. After saying that, he slammed

the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in