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 eyes were filled with

“Enough!”

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

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

Samson aside,

felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said,

not take that useless Philip

Philip dare

knew his son very well. He must have kept something from

it did not

had to pay for

turned

other side, Bob arrived at the

He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I want him

started crying. “Grandpa, I’m

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

him and sped aggressively through the night to

hour later, Philip

it’s so late, what’s

day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in group chats 940, 901, and 551 as

you’ve got some guts! Come back here

voice on the other end of the

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

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

livid. After saying

Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner as