She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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 had heard

his father embraced his deceased mother

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

found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as

Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his

had taken his mother and

source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because he had married

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

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

always say that their

mother due to her humble background.

really wanted to know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had ever regretted his actions over the

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

fell, Leandro's eyes

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

lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over,

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father?

asked that question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid of it

and a hint of resentment and disdain crept into his

out of the Zamora family, why ask

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

hardly believe what he 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 his

such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And after

the news, it was already too fate,