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 filled with

“Enough!”

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

too? Fine, Samson Yates,

pushed Samson aside, and started to make a

on the hospital bed, Samson felt rather distressed in his heart. Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip

truly did not take

Philip dare

well. He must have

it did

had to

Samson turned

Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson

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

crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now.

holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay,

him and sped aggressively

half an hour later, Philip received a call from

so late,

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

some guts!

Martha’s voice on the other end

as he immediately realized something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you here for

my full name? You’re really

absolutely livid. After saying that, he slammed

Charles stood in one corner as