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.

how did we start chatting here? The traffic police

You get in

Spencer, you're treating me to lunch when

with that?" Wesley said with a smile. "I feel an affinity with you. You thought I was going to jump and came to counsel me. That proves that you're

was worried that Yerick

I'm willing to keep you company. For some

he nodded. "Yes, I have a

feel like such a

much. After composing himself,

and Wesley brought Yerick to a restaurant. He told Yerick to feel free to order anything from the menu and to eat

toward

I did comfort you

breaking the bank? Order as much as you like.

son, that made him Yerick's

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