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

uttering these last words, his father embraced his deceased

to take care of

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

was through

he had taken his mother and left

and deepest shame for

his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she

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

always say that their mother spoiled

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

whether his so-called

Eddie took a deep breath and lifted his head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a hint of relief. "Yes, my

the words fell, Leandro's eyes grew

him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to

hesitantly made his way over, his

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's he

He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

laugh, and a hint

you already drove him out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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 have

he never expected his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead

heard the news,

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