The First Heir

Tanya knelt in front of the bed, crying soundlessly. Her head was buried in the arms of an old man with weak breathing who was hooked up to an IV drip and ventilator.

The old man was none other than Pearce Gilson.

Philip was shocked when he saw Pearce’s state at this moment. It had only been a few months but the old man looked as if he was terminally ill.

Pearce was leaning on the bed frame at this time. When he saw Philip appear at the door, his eyes cleared and a bolt of energy surged in his body. He reached out for Philip and shouted with all his strength, “Y-Young Master Clarke…”

While shouting, he tried to get out of the bed and salute Philip.

Philip hurried forward, grabbed Pearce, and said, “Old Master, there’s no need to do so.”

Pearce coughed violently, took off his breathing mask, and said, “Young Master Clarke, I can’t salute you anymore. Please forgive me.”

he glanced at Tanya who was still crying. He asked with a frown, “Old

forced my youngest daughter to marry. I refused, so the Harrison family sent people to break my legs and poison me. My body won’t last long. I’m

“Young Master Clarke, thank you for taking time out

quickly thank your

at the corner of her eyes, and bowed to Philip. “Thank you

and said, “It’s okay. Old Master Gilson, I

to do with you. You’re already a great benefactor to the Gilson family for helping my daughter get out of the clutches of the

to Tanya, “Tanya, are you

lowered her head and said, “I was saved by the benefactor. Of course, I’m willing to

a little surprised. Old Master Gilson was

entrusting his orphan to

have to do this. I don’t need you to repay me