Chapter 255

"Michael, mind your own business and return to your figurines," Lauren snapped coldly. The reminder of his embarrassing hobby ignited Michael's rage and humiliation.

"Lauren, that pretty boy you're protecting is a dead man walking," Michael growled. "Considering Harvey's temperament, I'll rip my own head off if Andrew leaves the Weller residence today."

Just then, Harvey emerged from the platform, his expression dark. He shot Andrew a venomous glare before forcing a smile. "Everyone, please leave. It's my father's funeral, and I don't want a scene. The Weller family's mercy extends only this once."

Someone from the crowd inquired about the elder's hasty departure. Harvey's face twitched with barely controlled rage, but he maintained his composure. "Our elder is formidable and has protected the Weller family for years. He's simply tired after multiple fights and needs rest."

"Mr. Weller, Andrew's right here. Surely you won't let him go?" Michael shouted.

Andrew nodded with exaggerated eagerness. "Yes, Mr. Weller, I'm right here. Come and get me."

His eager cooperation dumbfounded Finley and Michael. They wondered if he had truly become suicidal. Harvey, meanwhile, longed to strangle Michael for interfering. Though he desperately wanted to subdue Andrew, he knew he couldn't—not with one elder incapacitated and the other unwilling to fight.

"Andrew, I won't touch you today out of respect for my father," Harvey declared darkly. "But we'll settle our accounts soon enough."

He turned and walked away. Michael, Finley, and Atlas stood in shock. "Mr. Weller, are you really letting him go? What about the Weller family's reputation?"

As Michael attempted to follow Harvey, Lauren blocked his path with a smirk. "Weren't you going to rip your head off if Andrew walked out of here? Well, we're waiting!"

Red-faced with embarrassment, Michael huffed, "Mr. Weller said he's letting Andrew go because of his father's funeral. You should consider yourselves lucky he's alive."

"So you're going back on your words?" Andrew asked, raising his eyebrows.

Michael exploded with anger. Andrew stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap across his face. The impact knocked Michael's glasses askew, and blood streamed from his nose. "You bastard, how dare you hit me! I'll—"

Before he could finish his threat, Andrew landed several more ruthless slaps, transforming Michael's face into a swollen, bright red mess.