"Mr. Spencer, this doesn't seem right even though you're wealthy. You shouldn't spend so much on me. It feels like I'm taking advantage of you," Yerick said.

"It's fine, I don't think you're taking advantage of me. You've spent time with me too. Now, please sit down," Wesley replied.

Yerick placed his backpack on a chair and sat down next to Wesley.

Wesley was looking at him. He noticed that there were some complicated emotions in Wesley's eyes.

"Mr. Spencer, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing's wrong," Wesley said with an awkward smile. "It's just that you're a good kid, and I really like you."

"Really? Mr. Spencer, no one's said that to me in a long time. Since my mom passed away, it's been so long since anyone's treated me this well." Wesley felt a sharp pain in his heart, and guilt washed over him as he thought about what kind of life Yerick had led.

me about

want to

know what kind of wonderful woman could have

eyes dimmed. "I only remember her up to when I was ten years old.

mother was in a bad financial situation?" Wesley asked, feeling puzzled. He had left J a check before he left. She

and I lived in a small town. She didn't have much money, and it was really hard for her to support me. But she always made sure I had enough to eat and kept me warm, never letting me suffer any hardship. She was very sick. Maybe it

raced as he listened. How could this be? Did J not

had also bought her a house. How did she end up in a small

woman had refused both the house and the

blame yourself. It's not your fault. You've already done your best," Wesley

it be my father's fault?" Yerick's eyes reddened. "Why did

mentioned before that your father seemed

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