The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 242

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.

you? I’ll ask your father to capture that person!” Cecelia wanted to hold Eric’s hand but was afraid of hurting him,

It’s Philip Clarke,

son properly. He causes trouble all the time. If he really didn’t do anything in the first place, why did Philip do this to him?” “What did you say? Isn’t he your son too? Fine, Samson Yates, I must be blind to have followed you! My son is suffering…” Cecelia stood up abruptly, pushed Samson aside, and started to make a scene. Seeing his heartbroken wife and at son lying on the hospital bed, Samson 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 Eric.” Samson truly did not take that useless Philip seriously. However, why did Philip dare take things so far? Samson knew his son very well. He must have kept something from them. Nevertheless, it did not matter.

the day after. He had also just distributed tens of thousands worth of bonuses to his employees in group chats 940, 901, and 551 as a special reward to them. “Philip Clarke, you’ve got some guts! Come back here right now!” A loud shout was then heard. It was not Martha’s voice on the other end of the line, but

‘D*mn Philip, he must have caused trouble again! This time, he even provoked the old man! Even if he doesn’t die this time, he won’t leave unscathed.’ Bob merely held the tiger head on his cane and sat stoically on the sofa with a grim expression on his face. The entire room was permeated with a murderous aura. Shortly after, Wynn returned home. She had also received a call from her mother. As soon as she walked in, she saw her grandfather sitting on the sofa somberly “Grandpa, why are you here?” Wynn asked politely. But! Smack! Bob raised his cane and