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

“Enough!”

became annoyed with Cecelia 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,

he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be

abruptly, pushed Samson aside,

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

take that useless Philip

Philip dare

son very well. He must have

did not

had to

said, Samson turned around

side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

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 to my grandson! I want him

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

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

brought a few men with him and sped aggressively through the night to Martha’s

later, Philip

late,

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 special

you’ve got some guts! Come back here

was not Martha’s voice on the other end

as he immediately realized something. He calmly said, “Bob

me by my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back here

After saying

the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner as they