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."

time Eddie had heard

last words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever

retained his father's two requests: to take care

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

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

he had taken his mother and

source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because he

would hum tunes

always intervened with a smile, and before it came

that their

looked down on his mother due to her humble background. On the contrary,

really wanted to know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had

head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a hint of

Leandro's

at the young man before him in a daze, seeing a

he hesitantly made his way

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's

heart suddenly tightened. He was eager

a

him out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

and prejudice, he had refused to swallow his pride,

such integrity, leaving Onistead with

him came. When he finally heard the news,

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