Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2632

In the Cunningham residence, Otto stood with a gloomy expression, hands clasped behind his back. He stared at the Cunningham family ancestor's portrait on the wall at the far end of the hall.

That was the Cunningham family's first peerless martial god.

Beside him stood Jose, Guillermo's top aide and most trusted man.

Jose smiled politely and said, "Mr. Cunningham Senior, you can rest easy. According to Mr. Vazquez, Conrad still has more than a fair chance in this battle."

However, Otto seemed not to hear his words at all. He continued staring intently at the wall, at the portrait.

After a while, he finally spoke. "Mr. Castillo, you know my ancestor once had another identity, don't you?"

Jose froze. "I don't. Please enlighten me, Mr. Cunningham Senior."

Otto turned around and said calmly, "My ancestor was once a foot soldier. He served as the vanguard to the royal Lloyd family's great general. In other words, my family's founder started as nothing more than a servant, a mere errand boy to the Lloyds."

Jose froze, taken aback. The revelation was unexpected, though not entirely shocking. Everyone knew how grand and ancient the Lloyd royal bloodline was. There was no need to argue over it.

What he could not quite understand was why Otto would tell him this particular story at this particular moment. After all, Conrad and Andrew had probably already started fighting.

Otto nodded. "Mr. Castillo, please go back and thank Mr. Vazquez for his guidance. I never expected Conrad to actually kill Andrew. I only want Conrad to return to the Cunningham family alive, with his martial foundation and his heart unbroken."

Jose shook his head. "Mr. Vazquez has never been wrong. So, Mr. Cunningham Senior, there's no need to worry."

With that, he bowed respectfully and left the Cunningham residence.

The moment he stepped out of the Cunningham residence, a mocking expression immediately appeared on his face.

Luna said gravely, "Mr. Turman, they've started fighting."

Philip replied calmly, "When Conrad's head hits the ground, make sure to let me know. I'll go home and light fireworks to celebrate."

Luna stared at him, speechless. "What? Conrad's your student. You're not that heartless… I know you're not!"

Yet, when she looked closer, she was not so sure anymore.

Philip's expression was unreadable, calm to the point of indifference.

She asked, "Mr. Turman, aren't you afraid Conrad might actually die at Andrew's hands? Conrad's been blinded by his pride, and Andrew's not someone who tolerates insults in silence. Andrew may be kind and upright, but he's no saint. Conrad could really die out there."