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 police will be here

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

me to lunch

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

that Yerick

"Alright, but I don't want your money. I'm willing to keep you company. For some reason, I find

as he nodded. "Yes,

wonder you feel like

After composing himself, he said, "Let's get

told Yerick to feel free to

toward

I did comfort you with a

bank? Order as much as you like. The more you order, the happier I'll

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

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