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."

was the first time Eddie had heard "Moon

words, his father embraced his

requests: to take care of Kate and

Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master

what Moon Hall was through inquiries

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

was the greatest source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall

Eddie's memories, his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes

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

always say that their

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

really wanted to know was whether his so-called

gaze, Eddie 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 Willie Zamora, and my mother is

Leandro's eyes grew

in a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial

lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father?

eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

laugh, and a hint of

out of the Zamora

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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

his son to have such integrity, leaving

him came. When he finally heard the news,

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