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.

did we start chatting here? The traffic police will be here

true," Wesley said with an awkward smile. "How about this? You get in the car. Let's

to

affinity with you. You thought I was going to jump and came 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

worried that Yerick

keep you company. For some reason, I

as he nodded. "Yes, I have

you feel like such

Wesley very much. After composing himself, he said,

restaurant. He told Yerick to feel free to order anything from the menu and to eat whatever he

toward

comfort you

as much as you like. The more

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

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