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 Eddie had

embraced his deceased mother and forever departed from this

father's two requests: to take care of Kate and

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

grew older, Eddie finally learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and

he had taken his mother and left

and deepest shame for Moon Hall because

would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for

his father wanted to scold them, his mother always intervened with a smile, and before

say that

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

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

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

fell, Leandro's eyes

before him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to

and he hesitantly made his way over,

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

father? How's he

was eager to

let out a cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and disdain crept into his

him out of

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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 forgiven him

his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with

came. When he finally heard the news, it

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