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

last words, his father embraced his deceased

take care of Kate and to return to

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

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

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

greatest source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because

She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for him and Kate in

wanted to scold them, his mother always intervened with a smile, and before it came to that, his father

that their mother spoiled

humble background. On the contrary, he

whether his so-called "grandfather" had

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

words fell, Leandro's

him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial

he hesitantly made his way over, his

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's

He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid of

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?

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

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

finally heard the news, it

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