"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

want to

know what kind of wonderful

I was ten years old. In my memories, my mom was very

Wesley asked, feeling puzzled. He had left J a check

eat and kept me warm, never letting me suffer any

he listened. How could this be? Did J not use

bought her a house. How

had refused both the

your fault. You've already done your best," Wesley

my fault, then whose fault is it? Could it be my father's fault?" Yerick's eyes reddened. "Why did

that

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