Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2542

Melvin had a stubborn and arrogant nature, but he never expected Andrew to be even more forceful than he was.

He coughed violently several times, feeling so enraged by Andrew. He snapped, "You ignorant fool, listen carefully! The Webster family conducts itself with integrity! We don't seek immense wealth, but we demand they be disciplined and upright in every word and action."

He continued, "Meanwhile, one of you spent years on the run and only just crawled back, while the other wasted his life in Chetvine and has nothing to show for it. Yet you still have the audacity to come here asking for marriage? Andrew, are you treating my family like a joke?"

Everyone in the Webster family glared at Andrew, their faces burning with outrage. His words had struck right at the family's pride, something they valued above all else.

The Webster family had extremely high self-esteem and could not tolerate outsiders saying anything negative about them.

Andrew laughed coldly, his expression full of disdain. "Sorry, but I don't look down on the Webster family as a whole. I just look down on you, Mr. Webster. What, you landed a big government position and suddenly think you're a big deal? You and Mr. Vazquez might be on the same level, but that doesn't mean you get to act so high and mighty."

He added, "Then let me ask you, Mr. Webster, do you really think the Lloyd family is beneath you?"

Melvin's jaw clenched so tight he could not speak. His face turned red as fury boiled in silence. The Webster family was respectable, sure, but compared to the royal Lloyd family, they were nowhere near the same league.

Andrew raised his voice, eyes burning. "And yes, you're right. I spent ten years on the run. But tell me, Mr. Webster, did I ever cost your family a single penny? I survived those ten years on my own, and when I came back to Chetvine, I was still the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince. Even the great houses and the so-called elite couldn't touch me. So tell me, can you really say that doesn't make you jealous?"

"If you've got a problem with it, let's step outside right now and settle this," Andrew added as he rolled up his sleeves, his temper flaring as he prepared to take on Melvin directly.

Andrew smirked, simply ignoring him. If they really fought, one kick from him would easily crippled Orlando.

Helda spoke up then, pounding her cane forcefully on the ground. "Everyone, be quiet! What exactly do you think you're doing, Andrew? You come here as guests, and now you're acting like you own the place? You dare to stir trouble in my house? If you really go through with this, I'll march straight to the Lloyd family myself and demand justice from Patriarch Donovan!"

Andrew chuckled awkwardly. "Come on now, ma'am, don't say that. I wouldn't dare raise a hand here. I just lost my temper a bit… Young people get heated sometimes. I'm sorry you had to see that. With you here, even if I had ten times the courage, I'd never dare act out."

Helda's expression finally softened, and she nodded. "At least you still have some manners left."