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 were filled with

“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, why did Philip do

Samson Yates,

pushed Samson aside,

Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll

truly did not take that useless

did Philip dare take things so

son very well. He

did

had to pay

turned around

the other side, Bob arrived at the

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

Bob, he immediately burst into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he did this to me.

that Philip was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane

said that, Bob brought a few men with him and sped aggressively through the night to

an hour later, Philip

late, what’s

day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses

got some guts! Come

was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line,

calmly

by my full name? You’re really

livid. After saying

Martha and Charles stood in one