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.

wanted to hold Eric’s hand but was afraid of

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

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 to pay for it! With that said, Samson turned around and left the ward. On the other side, Bob arrived at the hospital right after Samson left. When he saw Eric wrapped up in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, he flew into a rage. He hit his cane against the floor and bellowed, “Who did this to my grandson! I want him to pay tenfold!” When Eric saw Bob, he immediately burst into tears and started crying. “Grandpa, I’m a cripple now. It’s Philip, he did this to me. Avenge me!” When Bob heard that Philip was the culprit, he became flushed with anger. The hand holding his cane trembled as he said, “Okay, Eric, I’ll capture Philip right now and break his bones. I’ll avenge you!” Having said that, Bob brought a few men with him and sped aggressively through the night to Martha’s home.

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

that, he slammed the phone. At the Old Johnston Manor, Martha and Charles stood in one corner as they trembled together. They had no idea why the old man had turned up at their house in the 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 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