She Became Rich After Divorce

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."

This was the first time Eddie had heard "Moon Hall".

After uttering these last words, his father embraced his deceased mother and forever departed from this world.

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

Eventually, clutching the ring handed down by his father, Eddie found Terrace Street, where a master accepted him as a disciple and taught him medicine.

As he grew older, Eddie finally learned what Moon Hall was through inquiries and investigations-it was where his father had grown up.

Due to his grandfather's opposition, he had taken his mother and left Onistead.

He was the greatest source of pride and deepest shame for Moon Hall because he had married a geisha.

In Eddie's memories, his mother was elegant and gentle, tolerant and unassuming. She would hum tunes as she prepared breakfast for him and Kate in the morning.

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

He would always say that their mother spoiled them.

Eddie never looked down on his mother due to her humble background. On the contrary, he saw her as a great person.

What he really wanted to know was whether his so-called "grandfather" had ever regretted his actions over the years.

Under Abel's gaze, Eddie took a deep breath and lifted his head again, his fair and handsome face now bearing a hint of relief. "Yes, my father is called Willie Zamora, and my mother is Victoria Carter."

As the words fell, Leandro's eyes grew slightly misty.

He gazed at the young man before him in a daze, seeing a resemblance to his own unfilial son in the lines of his face.

His lips trembled, and he hesitantly made his way over, his elderly hand stopping in midair.

He seemed somewhat lost.

"Y-you're called Eddie, right?"NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Yes."

"And...how's your father? How's he doing?"

"Having asked that question, Leandro's heart suddenly tightened. He was eager to hear the answer, yet afraid of it as well.

Unexpectedly, Eddie let out a cold laugh, and a hint of resentment and disdain crept into his eyes.

"Since you already drove him out of the Zamora family, why ask again?"

"I...,"

"He's dead."

"What... what?"

Dead?

Leandro 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. As long as he admitted his fault, Leandro would have forgiven him and accepted that woman...

But he never expected his son to have such integrity, leaving Onistead with that woman. And after that, no

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

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Leandro had been competitive and proud his whole life, the kind of person who wouldn't turn back even if he was wrong. Yet, at this moment, he was shedding silent tears. Leandro's voice choked up, as he stared straight at Eddie.

"How... how did he die?"

At the words, Eddie lowered his head, a ray of bright sunlight falling perfectly on his long, thick lashes, dusting them with a light layer of gold.

For a moment, it was arresting. But it also made it impossible to discern any shade in his eyes. "Is it important? He's already dead, and my sister and I have managed to get by all these years."

Sister?

Did that mean he still had a granddaughter?

God knew how much he envied those who had lovely and beautiful granddaughters. He never expected Heaven to send him a pair of grandchildren.

The joy of discovering he still had family mingled with the sorrow-is his son really gone?

The scene of the two generations

recognizing each other was not as heartwarming as imagined. Eddie's attitude was exceedingly indifferent, as if the person standing before him. was just a blood-related stranger.

His attitude made many in Moon Hall uncomfortable.

Mason was the first to speak out in defense of Leandro, "What's wrong with you? My master is your grandfather, and his son was your father. How dare you hurt the sincere affection in his heart?"

"Sincere affection?"

A languid voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Cheyenne, having finished her ice cream and only holding the stick, stood up, her red lips parted as she spoke each word, rendering Leandro speechless.

"If he really had sincere affection, why did he drive Willie out of the house?"

"He died eight years ago, in a car accident. After that, Eddie had to support himself and thirteen-year-old Kate while still in school."

"And where was he at that time? Busy being the high and mighty hall master. What right do you have to blame him for not having any feelings for your master?"