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!”

and glared at her. “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 really didn’t do anything in the first place, why did Philip do this

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

aside, and started to

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

not take that useless Philip

Philip dare take things

son very well. He

did not

had to

said, Samson turned around and

at the

Eric wrapped up in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and

saw Bob, he immediately burst into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now.

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

Bob brought a few men with him and sped

an hour later, Philip

late, what’s

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

some guts! Come back

was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line, but

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

well, Philip Clarke, you dare call me by my full name? You’re really

saying that, he

Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner as they