Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yerick thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, my mom was very stubborn. I've asked her who my father was many times, but she never told me. It was like she was protecting that man, afraid that I would go looking for him when I grew up. So, I still don't know who my father is."

Yerick leaned on the table, resting his chin in his hands, and sighed.

"I don't even know if my father is still alive."

Wesley immediately asked, "If he's alive and one day you find out who he is, what would you do? Would you hate him?"

"I... I don't know," Yerick's eyes were filled with confusion. "At first, I really hated him. There were many nights I couldn't sleep, and I would think about what I would do if I met him. I'd curse him, even hit him. But sometimes, I can't help thinking-what if my father isn't as bad as I thought? What if he just didn't know I existed? I want to know what it's like to have a father. I feel so conflicted."

The more Wesley listened, the sadder he felt.

He had the impulse to tell Yerick that he was his father; that he had never known of his existence and hadn't deliberately abandoned him.

as the words came to his lips, Wesley couldn't bring himself to

"Yerry," Wesley called softly.

his eyes filled with tears

can think

at Wesley in disbelief. "Mr. Spencer, do you know what

course, I

a child. We got along so well from the start, so

so emotional, Yerick was confused. "Mr. Spencer,

am," Wesley said, smiling. "Yerry,

Spencer, you already have a

son, but that doesn't stop me from accepting you as my son. Yerry, will you? Please, say

felt good to have this kind of relationship with Yerick. They would take it slow

a moment, but when he saw Wesley's expression, he nodded.