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.

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

must avenge me! It’s Philip Clarke, that spineless piece of

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. Philip had

his small seventy to eighty square meters house, busy preparing the things to be used after Mila’s surgery 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 Bob Yates. Philip frowned as he immediately realized something. He calmly

middle of the night with so many men in tow. He looked exceptionally furious. Martha exchanged a glance with Charles as she cursed internally, ‘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