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!”

the 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

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

Samson aside, and

distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay,

take

dare take things so

knew his son very well. He must

it did not

to pay for

turned around

the other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

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

tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now.

was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip

with him and sped aggressively through the night to

half an hour later, Philip received a call from

it’s so late, what’s the

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

you’ve got some guts! Come back

Martha’s voice on the other end of the line, but

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 the hell back

saying that, he slammed the

Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one