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!”

crying, but her eyes were

“Enough!”

care of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he

your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind

pushed Samson aside, and

his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already.

did not take that

did Philip dare take

very well. He must have kept

it did not

had to pay for

said, Samson turned around and left the

side, Bob arrived at

he saw Eric wrapped 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 to pay

tears and started crying. “Grandpa,

holding his cane

a few men with him and sped aggressively through the

later, Philip received a

late, what’s the

He had

you’ve got some guts!

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

He calmly said, “Bob

dare call me by my full

absolutely livid. After saying that, he

the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in