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 Eddie had

these last words, his father embraced his deceased mother and

father's two requests: to take

ring handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a

Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his father had

had taken his mother and left

greatest source of pride and deepest shame for

and unassuming. She would hum tunes

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

say that their mother spoiled

her humble background. On the contrary,

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

breath and lifted his head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a

the words fell, Leandro's

him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to

he hesitantly made his way

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father?

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

laugh, and a hint

him out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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

his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that

news, it was already too

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