Yerick opened the door and walked in, putting the tray of food on the ground.

"Hungry? I prepared some food and water for you two."

Theodore looked coldly at him. "Thank you. That's quite nice of you."

Yerick chuckled. "Don't mention it. Butchers are very nice to their pigs, too. They feed their pigs till they're nice and fat before slaughtering them."

"Yerry..." Wesley looked sadly at him. "I'm to blame for everything. Just come at me if you bear any grudge over what happened. Spare Theo, won't you? This has nothing to do with him."

the ground. "Nothing seems quite right, and I can't bring myself to call you Dad. You're not really my godfather,

head. "You can call me whatever you want. I won't even expect you to call me Dad. Yerry, I just want to tell you that even if I die

him off. "Don't bother

knowing that he was in the wrong, he could only remain silent.

to Theodore. "Do you feel disgusted being his son? He betrayed your mother back then

looked calmly at him.

do I have to criticize him? I'm a damn bastard myself. But Verick, who's considered a damn bastard to you? A philandering man or a murderer who

say that although you're a bastard, you're still a good man? That although I'm not a bastard,

for my wrongdoing, but will you pay the

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