Chapter 96

Chapter 96 Kill Him “Look at you, making such a fuss over a little boiling water. If it were ten men planning to assault you, wouldn’t you be ready to kill them?” Elliot taunted with a sneer.

“How dare you compare her situation to mine!” Owen retorted sharply.

Elliot stood up, signaling the end of the conversation.

For someone like Owen, the safety of others was inconsequential.

He only reacted dramatically when he himself was directly impacted.

“Owen, I’m giving you one last chance. Where are my mother’s belongings?” Elliot demanded, placing a knife on the coffee table for emphasis.

When Owen noticed the knife, his anger surged.

“Do you actually intend to threaten me, your father, all because of a woman?”

His voice filled the room.

“Why not?” Elliot responded coolly, taking a sip of coffee. “Keeping you in the Andrews family all these years was too lenient.

That’s why you think you can interfere in my life. It seems you’re no longer interested in being part of this family.”

Owen’s face turned livid.

Handing over the belongings was not an option. Without them, he would lose his final bit of influence and his standing in the Andrews family.

“If you dare touch me, I’ll take your mother’s belongings to the grave with me!” Owen spat out, his voice trembling with rage.

Elliot set his cup down with a soft clink. “So, you’re sure you won’t give them up?”

He sighed, summoning Kaden with a gesture.

Owen’s eyes flickered with fear as he watched Kaden approach.

“Break one of Owen’s arms,” Elliot ordered, his voice cold and detached.

He poured himself another cup of coffee, the steam rising gently.

Owen’s eyes widened in panic. “Kaden! I’m his father. Don’t you dare touch me!”

Kaden said, “Sorry,” and firmly grasped Owen’s arm, ready to act.

“Stop!” Just then, a voice shouted from outside, interrupting the tense scene.

Elliot turned toward the door and stood up. “Grandpa.”

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Chapter 96 Kill Him Gavin Andrews entered, leaning heavily on his cane, with Elliot’s second uncle, Conner Andrews, at his side.

“Elliot, no matter how much he has wronged you, he is still your father. Why must it come to this?” Gavin’s voice carried a deep, pained resonance.

He turned to Owen. “And you, at your age, fighting with your son. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Seeing Gavin, Owen shouted at Kaden, “Let go of me, quickly!”

Kaden glanced at Elliot, who nodded, and then released Owen.

Elliot wondered how Gavin had managed to come. The old man rarely left his home, especially with his mobility issues. Why had he appeared so suddenly?

“Grandpa, what brings you here?” Elliot asked, helping Gavin to a seat.

Despite his disdain for Owen, Elliot held deep respect for Gavin, who had entrusted the family to him.

But it was also Gavin who had intervened to spare Owen’s life.

Without Gavin, Owen would have been dead long ago.

Owen sighed in relief and addressed Gavin, “Dad.”

“I came by to check on things. Who knew I’d walk into such a scene?” Gavin replied, his voice tinged with disappointment.

As Elliot poured coffee for Gavin, he recalled the two cups he had seen upon arriving.

He glanced briefly upstairs, suspecting someone had tipped Gavin off.

Returning his gaze to Gavin, he maintained his composure, masking his suspicions.