"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 Basori