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 filled

“Enough!”

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

too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must

stood up abruptly, pushed Samson aside,

Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already.

did not take that

dare take

knew his son very well. He must have

it did

had to pay for

Samson turned around and

other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right

bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my

saw Bob, he immediately burst into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a

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

men with him and sped

half an hour later,

so late, what’s the

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

guts! Come back here

loud shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line,

realized something. He calmly

call me by my full name? You’re

saying that,

Charles stood in one corner as they