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

his

take care of Kate and to

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

learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where

had taken

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

and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast

his mother always intervened with a smile, and before it came to that, his

say that their mother

his mother due to her humble background.

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

and handsome face now bearing a hint of relief. "Yes,

fell, Leandro's eyes grew slightly

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

trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over,

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father?

Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the

a hint of resentment and disdain crept

out of the Zamora family,

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

he had refused to swallow his pride, but waited for his son to return and apologize. As long as he admitted his

he never expected his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman.

came. When he finally heard the news, it was

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