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

words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever

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

by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a

was through inquiries and investigations-it

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken

and deepest shame for Moon Hall because he

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

them, his mother always intervened with a

always say that

his mother due to her humble background. On the contrary,

to know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had

face now bearing a hint of relief.

words fell, Leandro's eyes

daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in

lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over, his

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's

eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

Eddie let out a 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?

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

integrity, leaving

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

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