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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3277

Meanwhile, Guillermo, Cormac, and Wesley were preparing to leave.

Cormac frowned. “Mr. Vazquez, are you sure Sergio is worth trusting?”

Guillermo let out a cold snort. “Of course not. But Sergio is a true villain—ruthless, ambitious, obsessed with power and status above all else. When dealing with people like that, sincerity is useless. Only the promise of huge benefits will make them act decisively.

“I’m the Harding family’s only hope for revenge. As long as he believes that, Sergio will do everything he can to help me get out of Chetvine.”

Wesley smiled faintly. “I agree. Cormac, don’t overthink it. When it comes to reading people, Mr. Vazquez has his methods—and I have mine.”

Cormac nodded and relaxed.

Though Wesley wasn’t a direct member of the Cavendish royal family, his influence was just as significant. He was the core strategist of the Cavendish clan.

Still, Guillermo held a trace of contempt for him.

They were both schemers, both men who survived on strategy and calculation. People like that rarely trusted each other. Among conspirators, suspicion was instinct.

Cormac said, “Let’s move. Even if something goes wrong, we’re not helpless. Mr. Vazquez, you’ve recovered enough to move on your own. And Wesley and I can fight our way out of Chetvine if we have to.”

Wesley chuckled. “Naturally. As long as we don’t run into that tough opponent, Andrew, even if those two old monsters from the Lloyd royal family show up, they can only force us back. They won’t be able to kill us.”

Cormac said coldly, “Andrew won’t make it here anyway—unless he’s some immortal descended from heaven. With injuries like his, who knows how long it’ll take him to recover?”

—

At the Lloyd family estate, Bridget’s expression was grave.

She had already sent Lauren and the others away, forbidding them from watching the treatment.

Looking at the unconscious Andrew, her gaze softened.

“You pushed yourself too hard,” she murmured.

In her hand, she held a red pill with extreme care. It was large—about half the size of a fist. Under the stimulation of her true power, the pill began to glow faintly.

It was a tenth-grade Heaven Pill—also known as the Elixir of Immortality.

Andrew had once obtained it from an ancient emperor’s tomb.

Bridget hesitated several times as she looked at the pill.

In the end, she pressed it directly into the massive wound in Andrew’s abdomen.

Her hand followed it inside.

Instantly, a burst of red light erupted from the wound, illuminating Andrew’s entire body. His skin turned crimson in an almost surreal sight.

A sharp gasp escaped him.

Andrew convulsed and jolted awake from his coma.

The indescribable pain twisted his features as he sat upright, staring at Bridget.

She hurriedly reassured him, her voice gentle. “Andrew, endure it for a little while. No one has ever used the Elixir of Immortality before. I don’t know if you can withstand its medicinal power. But don’t worry—I’ll use the Rainveil Sect’s secret technique to guide it through your entire body.”

Her tone was soft, soothing.

To Andrew, it felt almost calming.

He slowly lay back down, though his brows remained tightly furrowed. The pain was still overwhelming.

As the haze in his mind cleared slightly, he spoke in a strained voice.

“Ma’am… you’re from the Rainveil Sect… one of the Eight Ancient Sects?”

While focusing on dissolving the Elixir of Immortality inside him, Bridget replied gently, “Yes. I’m from the Rainveil Sect, one of the Eight Ancient Sects.

“Philip invited me here. I arrived in Chetvine early and could have joined forces with you against Guillermo. But Cormac from the Cavendish royal family tied me down. I couldn’t break free. That’s why your battle with Guillermo escalated so far.”

Andrew had to pause between every few words, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Even with the dark bloodline in his body and its abnormal regenerative power, his all-out fight with Guillermo had pushed him past his limits.

Especially that final Godslayer strike.

It had pierced Guillermo—

and gone straight through Andrew as well.

An ordinary martial god would have died long ago.

“Ma’am… you look very much like Luna,” Andrew said weakly.

Bridget smiled faintly. “Luna is my daughter. Her father is from the Phelan family of Gabo Creek. I was the one who guided her into the military and arranged for her to study under Philip.”

Andrew wanted to smile, but even the slightest movement sent waves of pain through his body.

“Ma’am… may I ask your name?”

“I’m Bridget Ashford. Andrew, stop talking now.”

Andrew closed his eyes.

Bridget placed her other hand gently on his forehead.

A cool sensation spread through him, and he slipped into a deep sleep.

She let out a long breath as she watched the red light gradually spread throughout his body, covering him almost entirely.

New tissue began forming at his wounds.

The healing was visible to the naked eye—almost miraculous.

Relief filled her expression.

“The Elixir of Immortality truly lives up to its name,” she whispered. “But in this world, only our sect holds the secret technique to properly dissolve it.”

She looked at Andrew quietly.

“He obtained the Heaven Pill… formed a bond with Luna… and now met me.”

She exhaled softly.

“This must be fate.”

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Andrew’s face.

The pain had faded.

His expression grew calmer—

until it was completely peaceful.

Bridget stared at him, lost in thought.

And she couldn’t help but think of someone else.

Reginald.

Andrew’s father.