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."

first time

his father embraced his deceased mother and forever departed from

to take care of Kate and

father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as a

learned what Moon Hall was through

opposition, he had taken

shame for Moon Hall because he had married

tolerant and unassuming. She would

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

say that their

humble background. On the contrary, he saw her as a

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

lifted his head again, his fair and handsome face now

Leandro's eyes grew slightly

at the young man before him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in the

hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand stopping in

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's he

heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid of

cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and

already drove him out of the

"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 pride, but waited for his son to return and apologize. As long as he admitted his fault, Leandro would

to have such integrity,

him came. When he finally heard the news,

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