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!”

crying, but her eyes were filled

“Enough!”

with Cecelia and glared at her. “You’re the woman of the house, but you don’t even take care of your son properly.

your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must

Samson aside, and started to make

rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip suffer ten times more

take that useless Philip

Philip dare take

knew his son very well. He must have

it did not

to

said, Samson turned around

at the hospital

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

and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he did this to me. Avenge

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

men with him and sped aggressively

half an hour later,

late,

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 940, 901, and 551 as a

some guts! Come back

shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other end

immediately realized something. He calmly said,

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

was absolutely livid. After saying

Martha and Charles stood