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

these last words, his father embraced his deceased

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

found Terrace Street,

older, Eddie finally learned what Moon Hall was

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his

source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because he

Eddie's memories, his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for him

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

say that their

down on his mother due to her humble background. On the contrary, he saw her as a great

was whether his so-called "grandfather"

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

the words fell, Leandro's eyes grew

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

hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's he

Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

a cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and disdain crept

you already drove him out of the Zamora family,

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

own pride and prejudice, he had refused to swallow his pride, but waited for his son to return and apologize.

integrity, leaving Onistead with that

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

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