Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1378

Andrew chuckled coldly. "Sorry, but the Driscoll family's so-called prestige means nothing to me. What, you think I need to survive in Blumedale by sucking up to the Driscolls? Did I ever beg your family for help? Have I ever taken anything from you?"

His smile faded completely, his voice cold. He had tolerated Rafael's posturing long enough. If it were not for the Grand Medical Summit, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Rafael sneered. "You really think that you can do whatever the hell you want now just because you took the crown at the Grand Medical Summit and beat Mosby, that you're untouchable in front of me?"

Andrew remained unfazed. "Rafael, most people kiss up to your family and you, but I'm not most people. So, if you think you can come in here, throw your weight around, and hide behind your family's reputation…

"Well, you came to the wrong place. Now get lost. The door's to the left, and we won't be seeing you out."

A flash of murderous intent crossed Rafael's eyes. "Alright, Andrew. Just like Mosby said—you're arrogant, reckless, and completely blind to consequences. Let's see if this so-called Grand Physician of yours can heal his own damn wounds."

Furious and humiliated, Rafael spun on his heel and stormed off. It was the first time in years that the Driscoll family name had been publicly dismissed in Blumedale.

He could not believe Andrew actually humiliated him in front of everyone. If this were the case, he would make sure Andrew pays with his life.

As for that treasure map? He would be taking that back too.

Mosby followed behind, but not before flashing a venomous smirk at Andrew. "Our feud isn't over. You've got two pieces of the treasure map now, right? Some things are too hot to hold. One slip, and you could lose more than just your fortune."

Andrew raised a brow, then suddenly laughed. "A defeated mutt barking at the victor—how pathetic. Mosby, you used to be Blumedale's Medical Master. But remember this—from today on, you're just a loser. The next time you see me, you better step aside—or drop to your knees."

Mosby clenched his fists so hard they cracked. The shame burned through every inch of him. Even so, he did not dare retaliate. He turned and slunk away with his tail between his legs.

George's voice cut through the tension, cold and sharp. "The Driscoll family is getting outrageous."

Derek sneered. "If Rafael wants to act tough, I'd be more than happy to give his whole family a reason to stretch their muscles—underground."