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

words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever

retained his father's two requests: to take

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

Hall was through inquiries and

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken

the greatest source of pride and deepest shame

She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for him and Kate in

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

say that their mother

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

know was whether his so-called

and handsome face now

words fell, Leandro's eyes grew slightly

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

his way over, his elderly hand stopping

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's he

question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid

and a hint of resentment and disdain crept into

out of the Zamora family, why ask

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

could hardly believe what he had just 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.

never expected his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And

came. When he finally heard the news, it was already too fate, separating him

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