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 were filled with

“Enough!”

you don’t even take care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he

Yates,

abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started

distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and

did not take that useless

Philip dare take things

his son very well. He must have

did

to

said, Samson turned around and left the

the other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

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 to pay

tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple

The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay,

with him

half an hour later, Philip received a

late, what’s the

small seventy to eighty square meters house, busy preparing the things to be used after Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also just distributed tens

Clarke, you’ve got some guts! Come back

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

immediately realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates,

full name? You’re really insolent. Get the

was absolutely livid. After saying

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