NovelEnglishWesley looked at Yerick standing before him. He couldn't help but wonder if this young man was truly his son.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas this what J wanted to tell him back then? Theplicated 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." "Mr. Spencer, you're treatingto lunch when we only just met?" "What's wrong with that?" Wesley said with a smile. "I feel an affinity with you. You thought I was going to jump and cto counsel me. That proves that you're a kind soul. Coincidentally, I'm in a bad mood today and need somepany. If you're willing, can you keep mepany? I canpensate you for your time." He was worried that Yerick might be unwilling.
Yerick thought for a moment before saying, "Alright, but I don't want your money. I'm willing to keep youpany. For sreason, I find you so amiable. Mr. Spencer, you have children, don't you?" Wesley's heart ached as he nodded. "Yes, I have a son." "No wonder you feel like such a kind father." The word 'father' upset Wesley very much. Afterposing himself, he said, "Let's get in the car." The two of them got into the car, and Wesley brought Yerick to a restaurant. He told Yerick to feel free to order anything from the menu and to eat whatever he likedo en.kikistories UMS Wesley's eagerness toward Yerick overwhelmed him.
"Mr. Spencer, you're being way too nice to me. I didfort you with a few words, but you don't need to break the bank." "How is this considered breaking the bank? Order as much as you like. The more you order, the happier I'll be." If Yerick were his son, that made him Yerick's father; his blood was flowing in Yerick's veins.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWesley didn't know what kind of crazy coincidence brought them together like this. He had to find a way to do a paternity test. "Alright, Mr. Spencer. I won't stand on ceremony." Yerick ordered many dishes that looked mouth-wateringly good. He looked just like a carefree child in Wesley's eyes, smiling to himself and extremely happy.
The two of them chatted for a long time. Wesley asked Yerick many questions, especially about his tin the orphanage. "So, how was life in the orphanage?" Melancholy flashed past Yerick's eyes. "Although the orphanage providedwith a roof over my head and food for sustenance, I had no parents and was always weak against my peers who always bullied me. en.kikistories UMS "Did you tell the director or staff members?" Wesley asked. Yerick smiled bitterly.
"What's the point? It was an orphanage, and everyone didn't have parents. No one would bother standing up for me. The staff าวเ members all turned a blind eye to the bullying. As long as nothing major happened, they wouldn't bother themselves with it. This world is practical and cruel, especially to the weak and disadvantaged." en.kikistories
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