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

“Enough!”

care of your son

say? Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My son

abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started

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

did not take

why did Philip dare take things

knew his son very well. He must have kept

did not

to pay for

that said, Samson turned around

other side, Bob arrived 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 this to

tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he did this to me.

his cane trembled as he said,

few men with him and sped aggressively through the

hour later, Philip

it’s so late, what’s

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

some guts! Come back

Martha’s voice on the other

realized something. He calmly

well, Philip Clarke, you dare call me by my full name? You’re

saying that, he

Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one