Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1183

Elon's face turned red from the scolding, and he muttered bitterly, "I mean, I might not be great, but I'm still better than Andrew, right? Are you really saying that in your eyes, your own son is worth less than that guy?"

Richard let out a cold snort. "You really care about comparing yourself to him? Fine then—do you want the truth or a lie?"

Elon shrank back at his father's sarcastic smile and mumbled, "The lie… I guess."

Richard scoffed, "Alright. If it's lies you want, then sure—you're way more promising than Andrew. That guy doesn't even deserve to be compared to you."

Elon's face twitched. He wanted to laugh, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

The lie was that he was better than Andrew. But the truth? The truth was that compared to Andrew, he was absolutely nothing.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized—either way, he came up short. So what was the point in choosing?

He silently cursed, 'Damn it!'

Richard folded his hands behind his back, his voice chilling. "You're no star, but you're my son—my blood. That alone gives you one thing Andrew will never have: luck.

"He's a nobody. Even if he excels at everything else, without a background like yours, it all amounts to nothing. So even if you lay around and contribute nothing, Andrew still won't measure up to you."

Elon beamed, grinning like a fool. "I knew it! That guy's not even in my league!"

Richard sighed inwardly, watching his son's clueless delight. Elon was, unfortunately, very much his son—otherwise, Richard would've kicked him to the curb ages ago.

However, Andrew had made Elot eat shit and humiliated the Goldings. The Five Apex Families had their pride, and Andrew had crossed the line. There was no way the Goldings would ever let him walk free.

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Back at the Keller residence, Logan returned and immediately sought out George.