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

words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever

to take care of Kate and to return to

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

grew older, Eddie finally learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his father had grown

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

deepest shame for

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

his father wanted to scold them, his mother always intervened with

that

down on his mother due to her humble background.

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

head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a hint of

the words fell, Leandro's eyes grew slightly

seeing a resemblance to

hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father?

He was eager to hear the

let out a cold laugh, and a hint

already drove him out of the Zamora

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

had refused to swallow his pride, but waited for his son to return and

such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman.

When he finally heard the news, it was already too

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