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

“Enough!”

of your son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he really didn’t do anything in the first place, why

you say? Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be

Samson aside, and started to make

Hence, he hugged Cecelia and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with this matter. I’ll be sure to make Philip

not take that

dare take

his son very well. He

it did not

had to pay for

turned around and left

at the hospital right after Samson

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

and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a

became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as

with him and sped aggressively through the night to Martha’s

an hour later, Philip received a call from

so late,

Mila’s surgery the day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his

guts! Come

not Martha’s voice on

something. He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you

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

After saying that, he

Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood