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

uttering these last words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever

to take care of Kate and to return

Street, where a master accepted him as a disciple and taught

Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where

to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his mother and

of pride and deepest shame for

She would hum tunes as she

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

that their mother

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

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

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

words fell, Leandro's eyes

seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in the lines of

lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his way

He seemed somewhat lost.

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

"Yes."

your father? How's

suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer,

cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and

already drove him out of the Zamora family,

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

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.

expected his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And after

When he finally heard the news, it was already too fate, separating him from his

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