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 heard "Moon

last words, his father embraced his

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

clutching the ring handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him

what Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his father had

opposition, he had taken

greatest source of pride and deepest shame for

and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared

mother always intervened with a smile, and before

always say that their mother

on his mother due to her humble background. On the

know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had

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

fell, Leandro's eyes grew

the young man before him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in

and he hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand stopping

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father?

tightened. He was eager to hear

cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and disdain crept

already drove him out of the Zamora family, why

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

and prejudice, he had refused to swallow his pride, but waited

never expected his son to have such integrity, leaving

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

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