Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1855

"After all, Hunter was my only son… he was my child," Jerome said, voice trembling.

Eric screamed, completely unhinged. "Shut up, you bastard! You don't deserve to call yourself Hunter's father! Otherwise, back then, you wouldn't have abandoned your own son just to save someone else's!

"The Lloyds were all the way up in Chetvine. What could you even do when you got there? You've been like this your whole life, throwing yourself into everyone else's battles. For your so-called friends, for your so-called principles… You'd even give your life without hesitation.

"But when it came to your own family, to the people closest to you, you were harsh, cold, and never gave us even a shred of warmth! Hunter died, and I became what I am today, all because of you!"

Tears streamed down Eric's face as he spoke, his voice raw with pain.

At that moment, something clicked in Andrew's mind.

Ten years ago, Jerome's son, Hunter, had fallen into the deadly hands of the Assassin's Guild in Basoria, his life hanging by a thread. At the same time, Jerome received a desperate letter from Reginald.

Without a second thought, Jerome chose to head north to Chetvine instead of west. In the end, Hunter died tragically.

All this time, that choice had been a thorn in Eric's heart, festering in silence. That was why he chose betrayal today, stabbing Jerome just as they gained the upper hand. He was using pain to repay pain.

Eric was both pitiful and tragic.

Andrew had been ready to kill him moments ago, but now his emotions twisted into something much more complicated. He realized he owed a debt to too many people.

Women like Tiana and Victoria had treated him like their own, giving him nothing but genuine love. And now, Jerome, a famed master, a martial icon, had once risked everything by going to Chetvine to help Andrew and Reginald escape.

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