Chapter 602: He's Dead Eight Years Ago

Even Abel hadn't expected the connection between the two.

He turned around to carefully assess the upright and gentle young man behind him, finding a resemblance to an old acquaintance.

"Is your father really Willie?"

Eddie clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves, his thoughts drifting back to a time long ago when his father had held his hand and led him into the courtyard. Pointing to the medicinal herbs on the wooden rack, he had explained the names and uses of each one to Eddie.

"Eddie, take a look. This is called Plantago, with a sweet taste and a cold nature."

"Dad, can this herb be consumed?"

"Of course, Plantago has diuretic, cooling, antitussive, and expectorant effects."

"I see. Is it because Sister has been feeling a bit unwell recently that we needed to find it?"

"Yes, Eddie, you're truly clever."

The memories scattered, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into the tragic scene of a car accident, with his mother no longer breathing.

His father, covered in blood, lay on the ground, barely clinging to life as he grasped Eddie's hand, exerting all his strength to utter his final words.

"Eddie, your mother and I won't be here anymore. You must take care of your sister."

"Okay."

"And...take this, go to Terrace Street, find... Mr. Jonathan Owen."

"Dad, please don't leave us."

"Eddie, the only regret I have is I may never be able to return to Moon Hall, Onistead in my lifetime."

was the first time Eddie had heard "Moon

father embraced his deceased mother

mind retained his father's two requests: to take

Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as a disciple and taught

grew older, Eddie finally learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it

had taken his mother and

the greatest source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall

memories, his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for

to scold them, his mother always intervened with

that their mother

down on his mother due to her humble background. On the

wanted to know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had ever regretted

and handsome face now

Leandro's

a resemblance to his

made his way over, his

He seemed somewhat lost.

"Y-you're called Eddie, right?"

"Yes."

your father? How's he

Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear

out a cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and

out of the Zamora family, why ask

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

just heard. For so many years, due to his own pride and prejudice, he had refused to swallow his pride, but waited for his son to return

son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And

he finally heard the news, it was already too fate, separating him from his

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