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 had

embraced his deceased mother and forever

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

clutching the ring handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted

Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his

shame

Eddie's memories, his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for him

always intervened with

would always say that

never looked down on his mother due to her humble background. On the contrary, he saw her as

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

and handsome face now bearing a hint of relief.

the words fell, Leandro's eyes

young man before him in a daze, seeing a

trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over, his

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 as

cold laugh, and a hint of resentment

drove him out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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

have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman.

the news, it was already too fate,

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