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

father embraced his deceased

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

the ring handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as a disciple and taught him

finally learned what Moon Hall was

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

of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because

elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would

intervened with a

would always say that their

due to her humble background. On the contrary, he saw her

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

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

words fell, Leandro's

daze, seeing a resemblance to

trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand stopping in

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's

asked that question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the

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

out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

heard. For so many years, due to his own pride and prejudice, he had refused to swallow his

his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And

heard the news, it was already too fate, separating him from his

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