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!”

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

Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My son

stood up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started to

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

did not take that useless Philip

Philip dare take things

his son very well. He must have kept something from

did not

to pay

turned

arrived at the hospital right

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

started crying. “Grandpa,

was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip right now

few men with him and sped

than half an hour later,

late, what’s the

had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in

got some guts!

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

something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here for

well, Philip Clarke, you dare call me by my full

was absolutely livid. After saying

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