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.

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

both pitiful

him moments ago, but now his emotions twisted into something much more complicated. He realized he owed a debt to

Jerome, a

his own son because

true identity or not, these people had helped him, directly

today, he would help Jerome escape. At the very least, he would not let Jerome die right

you. If your hatred for me runs that

flinching, he yanked the dagger out

the

the oth

alert, but they

After all, in the south

was a legendary figure of

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