Mason froze in shock. At the far end of the Ulrich family’s main hall, someone was already sitting in his exclusive family head’s chair.

Ryder, his beloved eldest son, was now sitting there with his legs crossed, chin propped up, watching his arrival.

Mason’s voice cracked with rage. “You bastard, what are you doing? Get your ass up right now. Do you really think you’re qualified to sit there?”

This outburst showed just how furious he had become. He rushed over to Ryder, ready to jab his finger right at his son’s nose. Ryder stood up and slapped Mason twice across the face without warning, the sound echoing in the hall. The blows were so fierce that Mason fell to the floor, completely stunned.

“You hit me? You son of a bitch, you actually hit me! Someone get in here! I want this nut crippled!”

Mason scrambled to his feet, eyes bloodshot as he roared in fury. Yet, despite his screaming, no one from the Ulrich family moved to help him.

Dozens of Ulrich family members had gathered in the hall. The core members, including Mason’s younger brothers and uncles, had all quietly stepped over to stand behind Ryder.

“Mr. Ryder, congratulations on being the new head of the family!”

They all bowed in unison, pledging their loyalty to Ryder. Mason was stunned, completely blanking out.

“I’m your family head! I’m the one in charge here! What the hell did this bastard ever do to deserve that title?”

One of the Ulrichs said coldly, “Sorry, but starting today, Ryder is the new head of the Ulrich family. Mason, your title has been officially revoked. We’ll be launching a full investigation into you. You can’t dodge your responsibility for Cillian’s death.”

Mason roared, “Bullshit! You dare turn on me? Do you all have a death wish?”

Ryder sneered, “Dad, are you really still that blind to the situation? Don’t blame me for being ruthless. I’m just doing what you taught me—being cold-blooded and decisive. In fact, we owe a big thanks to Mr. Lloyd for helping us bring justice back to the Ulrich family.”

He stood up and jogged over to the entrance, respectfully welcoming Andrew and his group into the hall.

Mason was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief. “Andrew, it’s you again! You planned all this, didn’t you?!”

He spun around like a madman and screamed at Andrew.

However, Andrew simply shrugged with a smile. “Mason, don’t blame this on me. This is the Ulrich family’s internal matter. I wouldn’t dare interfere.”

The entire family turned to Mason, their voices booming in unison.

“Mason, you dog! Did you kill Cillian?” “Was it you?” “Answer us honestly!”

Mason was drenched in sweat as he howled, “It wasn’t me, I swear! You’ve all been fooled! It was Andrew! It was him!”

Yet, Andrew did not even bother to respond.

Ryder raised his voice. “Ulrich family, listen up! The truth has finally come to light. My dad killed my grandfather. I’ve already obtained the evidence from the nursing home.”

He immediately played a video.

In the footage, Cillian was being abused while Mason stood nearby coldly watching without lifting a finger.

A few of the older, highly respected elders of the Ulrich family erupted in rage. They grabbed chairs and tables, shouting, “Mason, you worthless piece of garbage! You’re dead!” “You murdered your own father, you bastard! You deserve to die!”

The entire Ulrich family was consumed by fury, swarming Mason and beating the living hell out of him with fists and kicks. A few mischievous kids pushed through the crowd and yanked down his pants. Then, they unleashed a stream of yellow, pungent urine directly onto Mason’s head, making him cough violently from the stench.