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!”

even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he really didn’t do anything in the first

Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My son is

pushed Samson aside, and started to make

hospital bed, Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal

not take that useless

did Philip dare take things

He must have

it did not

to

Samson turned around and left the

other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after

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

“Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip,

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

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

half an hour later, Philip

it’s so late, what’s the

had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of

guts!

was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on

He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you

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

After saying that,

Charles