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.”

say anything and helped Pearce into the bed again. Then, he glanced at Tanya who was still crying. He asked with a frown, “Old Master Gilson, how did you

squeezed out a smile on his pale face and said, “It’s all because the Harrison family imposed sanctions on my family and forced my youngest daughter to marry. I refused, so the Harrison family sent people

and said, “Young Master Clarke, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule

quickly thank

the corner of her eyes, and bowed to

Gilson, I

out of the clutches of the Harrison family. It’s a pity that I have nothing to repay you now. I believe you

“Tanya, are you willing

said, “I was saved by the benefactor. Of course,

little surprised. Old Master Gilson

his orphan to

to do this. I