Elon's face turned red from the scolding, and he muttered bitterly, "I mean, I might not be great, but I'm still better than Andrew, right? Are you really saying that in your eyes, your own son is worth less than that guy?"

Richard let out a cold snort. "You really care about comparing yourself to him? Fine then—do you want the truth or a lie?"

Elon shrank back at his father's sarcastic smile and mumbled, "The lie… I guess."

Richard scoffed, "Alright. If it's lies you want, then sure—you're way more promising than Andrew. That guy doesn't even deserve to be compared to you."

Elon's face twitched. He wanted to laugh, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

The lie was that he was better than Andrew. But the truth? The truth was that compared to Andrew, he was absolutely nothing.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized—either way, he came up short. So what was the point in choosing?

He silently cursed, 'Damn it!'

Richard folded his hands behind his back, his