Wesley looked at Yerick standing before him. He couldn't help but wonder if this young man was truly his son.

Was this what J wanted to tell him back then?

The complicated look on Wesley's face made Yerick furrow his brows. "Mr. Spencer, what's the matter?"

Wesley snapped back to attention. "Nothing. It must have been tough on you, losing your mother and not having your father around. How did you grow up? Did you have a relative taking care of you?"

"I was sent to the orphanage, and I grew up there."

"The orphanage?" Wesley's heart throbbed with pain. "Do you not have any other relatives?"

Yerick smiled bitterly. "What relatives? Even if I do, who'd be willing to bring around a burden like me?"

Wesley wanted to say more, but Yerick just chuckled.

Spencer, how did we start chatting here? The traffic

awkward smile. "How about this? You get

Spencer, you're treating me to lunch when we only

jump and came to counsel me. That proves that you're a kind

that Yerick

for a moment before saying, "Alright, but I don't want your money. I'm willing to keep you company. For some reason, I

nodded. "Yes, I

you feel like such a kind

much. After composing himself,

and Wesley brought Yerick to a restaurant. He told Yerick to feel free

toward Yerick overwhelmed

me. I did comfort you with

is this considered breaking the bank? Order as much as you like. The

Yerick were his son, that made him Yerick's father; his blood was

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