Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 933

"Ugh, Elon! It was bad enough that you ate it yourself, but you dragged me into this too? Are you out of your mind?" Sherilyn's screech echoed through the entire Golding family estate, sharp enough to make ears ring.

Kaden was not far behind in reaction, though he fared slightly better—mostly because he had kept his face covered.

Elon clutched his stomach with a dead look in his eyes like his soul was halfway out of his body. He had never eaten feces before, and now that he had, it was worse than anything he could have imagined.

Before drinking it, he tried to comfort himself with all kinds of thoughts and rationalizations. He remembered hearing a so-called expert once claim that while feces smelled awful, it did not actually taste that bad. In fact, the guy claimed it had a surprisingly unique flavor.

That ridiculous idea was the only thing that gave Elon the courage to gulp down the golden broth in one go. Yet, the miserable truth hit hard—feces did not just smell horrible, it tasted even worse.

In his heart, he silently swore that once this was over, he would track down that fraud of an expert and make him eat his own crap as payback.

Just then, Sherilyn quietly asked, "Dr. Kaden, our home has always been a clean and proper place. So where on earth did you even get this?"

Kaden let out a dry laugh, then nodded and said, "You're absolutely right, Mrs. Golding. There's no way to find ingredients like that anywhere on the estate. I walked around a few times and realized I had no options left… so I got an idea."

He cleared his throat. "It just so happened I needed to go at that moment, so I sourced it myself. But don't worry, Mr. Golding. I've been eating super clean lately—lots of fiber, no grease. I guarantee it was pure and detox-friendly!"

Sherilyn could not take it anymore. She bolted out into the garden and doubled over, vomiting hard with her hand over her chest.

Elon was no better. He was so drained from retching that his eyes rolled back as if he were ready to ascend to another plane of misery.

"Elon? Sherilyn? What's going on with you two? Food poisoning?"

At that moment, Richard Golding, the head of the Golding family, walked in with an elderly man by his side.

When he saw the two of them puking their guts out, his brows furrowed in concern.

Sherilyn wiped her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. "Dad, I'm… I'm unclean now. I feel disgusting."