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.

chatting here? The traffic

with an awkward smile. "How about this? You get in the car. Let's have lunch.

Spencer, you're treating me to

to counsel me. That proves that you're a kind soul. Coincidentally, I'm in a bad mood today and need some company. If you're willing, can you keep

was worried that Yerick

your money. I'm willing to keep you company. For some reason, I find you

ached as he nodded. "Yes, I have

you feel like such a kind

composing himself, he said,

of them got into the car, and Wesley brought Yerick to a restaurant. He told Yerick

eagerness toward Yerick overwhelmed

way too nice to me. I did comfort you with a few words, but you don't need to break the

as you like. The more you order, the happier I'll

him Yerick's father;

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