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.”

anything and helped Pearce into the bed again. Then, he glanced at Tanya who was still crying. He asked

on my family and forced my youngest daughter to marry. I refused, so

“Young Master Clarke, thank you for taking time out of

quickly thank your

the corner of her eyes, and bowed

hurriedly waved his hand and said, “It’s okay. Old Master Gilson, I gave you my promise about this. It was

has nothing 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 Harrison family. It’s a pity that I

that, Pearce said to Tanya, “Tanya, are you willing to serve

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

Old

entrusting his

do this. I don’t need you to