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.

start chatting here? The traffic police will

this? You get in the car. Let's have lunch. It's

you're treating me to lunch when

smile. "I feel an 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 keep me company?

was worried that

saying, "Alright, but I don't want your money. I'm willing to keep you

as he nodded. "Yes, I

wonder you feel like such

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

to a restaurant. He told Yerick to feel free to order anything

eagerness toward Yerick overwhelmed

I did comfort you

Order as much as you like. The more you order, the happier

son, that made him Yerick's

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