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!”

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

Yates, I must be blind to have followed you!

Samson aside, and started to make a

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 suffer ten times more pain than

truly did not take that useless

Philip dare take things

well. He must have kept something from

did not

to

turned around and left the

side, Bob arrived at the hospital right

hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I want

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

with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said,

that, Bob brought a few men with him and sped aggressively through the

than half an hour later, Philip received

so late, what’s the

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

some guts! Come back here right

loud shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line, but Bob

something. He calmly said,

well, Philip Clarke, you dare call me by my full name? You’re really insolent. Get the hell back here at

absolutely livid. After saying that, he

Charles stood in