Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1382

After who knows how many slaps, Quinton finally exploded in rage. "Stop hitting me! I said fucking stop, dammit! Do you hear me?"

His bloodshot eyes locked onto Kevin with a murderous glare, like he was ready to kill.

Kevin's fury surged right back. "You little bastard! Andy was right—you're a disgraceful, ungrateful son! If he hadn't warned me, I wouldn't have seen your true colors today! Fine! Since you're so stubborn, then let me make it official—starting today, you're no longer the Wrights' heir!"

Panic instantly took over Quinton's face. He dropped the tough act and started begging.

"Dad! No, you can't do this to me! I was just upset—I didn't mean anything by it! You can't do that to me! I'm your firstborn! I'm the rightful heir to the Wrights!"

Kevin gave a cold sneer. "Oh, so now you remember you're the firstborn of the Wrights? Then tell me—if you want to inherit this family, shouldn't you be taking responsibility for its future?"

Quinton pointed at Andrew, yelling furiously, "So kneeling to this clown and making him my godfather means taking responsibility for the Wrights? Huh?"

Kevin raised his hand and delivered another clean slap—so crisp it echoed. "That's exactly right! Kneeling and recognizing Andy as your godfather is a contribution to this family!"

He barked, "What, are you blind? Don't you see? He's the Grand Physician! He won first place at the Grand Medical Summit! He crushed Mosby, and he's tight with the Keller family and even Governor McCormick! So tell me, you little idiot, are you seriously too blind to see how powerful he is?"

The more he spoke, the more Kevin's anger spiked back up like a fire set ablaze. This disgraceful son of his was a massive disappointment. Even with such a golden opportunity right in front of him, he chose not to grab it.

Kevin started wondering if this dumbass was even his biological child.

Andrew tried to play the part of the reasonable one. "Come on, Mr. Wright, let's just drop it. If Quinton here doesn't want to do it, I won't force him."

However, Kevin's face darkened with a cold, thunderous look. "Quinton, I'm giving you one last chance. Either you apologize, address him as 'Uncle Andrew', and show him the respect of a second father,

"Or get the hell out. From this day on, Yara will manage the Wrights. You won't even be left with a single damn penny!"

A bitter laugh cracked from Quinton's bloodied lips. His face was stained with blood, and his mouth twisted with hatred and humiliation.