She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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."

the first time Eddie had

uttering these last words, his father embraced his

his father's two requests: to take care of Kate and to return to

by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as

learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his mother and left

pride and deepest shame for

gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would

intervened with a smile, and before it came to that,

say that their

her humble background.

so-called "grandfather" had ever

a deep breath and lifted his head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a hint of relief. "Yes, my father is called Willie Zamora, and my mother is Victoria

the words fell, Leandro's eyes

seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial

he hesitantly made his way

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's

asked that question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet

cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and disdain crept into his

you already drove him out of the Zamora

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

believe what he had 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 and apologize. As long as he admitted his fault, Leandro would have forgiven

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

came. When he finally heard the news, it was already too fate, separating