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!”

her eyes

“Enough!”

of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time.

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

aside, and

and at son lying on the hospital bed, Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and

take

why did Philip dare take things so

well. He must have

it did

to pay for

turned around and

Bob arrived at the

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

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

cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip right now and

brought a few men with him and sped aggressively

an hour later, Philip received a

it’s so late, what’s the

Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in group chats 940, 901, and 551 as a special reward to

guts!

loud shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line, but Bob

He calmly said, “Bob Yates,

me by my full name? You’re

After saying that, he slammed the

the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one