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 heard "Moon

his father embraced his deceased mother and forever departed from this

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

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

was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his father had grown

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his

source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall

She would hum tunes as she

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

say that their mother

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

whether his so-called "grandfather" had ever regretted his actions over the

handsome face now bearing a

the words fell, Leandro's eyes grew slightly

gazed at the young man before him in a daze, seeing a resemblance

trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over,

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's

that question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager

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

him out of the

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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

son to have such integrity,

heard the news, it was already too fate,

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