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."

first time Eddie had heard "Moon

his deceased mother and forever departed from this

retained his father's two requests: to take care of

handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as a disciple and taught

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

opposition, he had

greatest source of pride and deepest shame

his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as

them, his mother always intervened with a smile, and before it came

that

humble background. On the

so-called "grandfather" had ever regretted his actions over the

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

words fell, Leandro's eyes

a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in the lines of

lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand stopping in

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's he

eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

Eddie let out a cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and

out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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

integrity, leaving Onistead with

him came. When he finally heard the news, it was already

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