Chapter 1108

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.

"Mr. Spencer, how did we start chatting here? The traffic police will be here soon."

"That's true," Wesley said with an awkward smile. "How about this? You get in the car. Let's have lunch. It's noon, anyway. My treat."

treating me to

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.

was worried that Yerick might

willing to keep you company. For some reason, I

as he nodded. "Yes, I

you feel like such a

upset Wesley very much. After composing himself, he said, "Let's

two of them

restaurant. He told Yerick

anything from the menu and to eat whatever

eagerness toward Yerick

Spencer, you're being way too nice to me. I did comfort you with a few words, but you don't

as much as

were his son, that made him Yerick's father; his blood was

kind of crazy coincidence brought them together like this. He had to find a way to do a

Mr. Spencer. I won't stand on

ordered many dishes that looked mouth-wateringly good. He looked just like a carefree child in Wesley's eyes, smiling to

time. Wesley asked Yerick many questions, especially about his time in

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