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!”

her eyes were filled

“Enough!”

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

Samson Yates, I must be blind to

up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and

and said, “Okay, fine, stop crying already. I’ll deal with

did not take that useless Philip

did Philip dare take

very well. He

did

to pay

that said, Samson turned

side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after

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

immediately burst into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he

anger. The hand holding his cane trembled

few men with him and sped aggressively through the

an hour later, Philip

late, what’s the

was in his 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 of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in

Clarke, you’ve got some guts! Come

heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other

He calmly said, “Bob Yates, are you

by my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the

saying that, he

and Charles stood in one corner