Wesley was drinking alone in a bar.At that moment, he noticed that a female salesperson was being harassed.He wasn't a nosy parker, but he noticed the lady was very resistant and no one was around to help her.Wesley approached her and pulled her into his embrace, coldly warning the ones who were harassing her. "My girlfriend sells alcohol, not her body. Touch her, and don't blame me for being nasty."The lady looked gratefully at him and didn't expose him for lying about their relationship.Just like that, Wesley stopped the men from harassing the lady whom he then brought away.Wesley was very drunk then, and he let her go before returning to the bar counter for more drinks. Toward the end, he was so wasted that he was knocked out cold.The lady held him up, wanting to send him home. He had helped her out and she was filled with gratitude for him, after all. However, he was too drunk and she had no choice but to take him to the nearest hotel.That was how they ended up slee
Wesley looked at Yerick standing before him. He couldn't help but wonder if this young man was truly his son.Was this what Janet 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.""Mr. Spe
Wesley's heart ached badly as he listened to Yerick. He couldn't imagine the kind of life Yerick led, and how tough it must have been all alone. The tears welling up in Wesley's eyes made Yerick look curiously at him. "Mr. Spencer, what's the matter? Are you pitying me?""Oh no, not at all," Wesley hurriedly explained. "It's just that after hearing you out, I find you such a strong child. You're 19 years old, which is of schooling age. Are you studying right now?"He knew that many orphans in orphanages didn't get the chance to study."Mr. Spencer, I have three doctoral degrees," Yerick replied.Wesley was shocked to hear that. "You…you have three doctoral degrees?"Yerick nodded. "I had two, but I received my third one in recent months."Wesley was in disbelief. "You're a genius?""Well…" Yerick pondered for a moment. "I wouldn't dare call myself a genius, but in my opinion, studying is the easiest thing to do in the world. I have a photographic memory, which makes exams easy
Wesley finally felt relieved after confirming that the number was right."Alright, let's keep in contact."Whether Yerick was his son or not, he genuinely liked that boy. Whatever it was, Yerick was Janet's son.He had also let Janet down. He didn't expect her to have passed away such a long time ago, and wondered where her body was buried.Wesley wanted to visit her, but didn't dare to ask Yerick about it directly. This was their first time meeting, after all. It sounded strange for him to ask where his mother was buried.Before he got to the bottom of the matter, he had to keep a low profile."Alright, Mr. Spencer. I'll be off now. Goodbye."Yerick bade him goodbye, looking every bit the polite and bright young man he was."Goodbye," Wesley said as he waved his hand and saw Yerick off.After Yerick walked off, Wesley let out a long sigh.He glanced at the strand of hair tightly tucked in between two fingers and got into the car. He wrapped it in a piece of tissue and put it
Sebastian was already here. Rosalie couldn't possibly ask him to leave.It wasn't that she didn't want to see Sebastian, but the divorce had only been recent, and she wasn't sure how to face him. There was still some awkwardness between them.It wouldn't have come to this if they had never been married and were just friends.Now, Rosalie tried to treat him neutrally and not think about the past.After entering, they placed the vegetables, meat, and fruit on the table."You bought so much. You won't be able to finish it," Rosalie said."It's fine," Sebastian replied. "We can put it in the fridge. You can eat it on another day."Rosalie nodded. "Seb, how have you been lately?""I'm doing well," Sebastian said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine. We're still friends, right?"Rosalie nodded. "Of course.""That's good," Sebastian said. "Let's just interact as friends. Don't feel pressured. It was my fault for not telling you that I was coming.""It's alright," Rosalie replied. "Both of you
Rosalie stared at Sebastian, noticing he seemed to have lost some weight.It seemed that Sebastian had noticed her gaze, as he turned to her and said, "Rose, what are you standing there for? Come and sit for a while."Seeing Sebastian's easygoing manner, Rosalie remembered when they first met. Had he really changed and returned to the way he was before? It seemed the divorce had been good for him.Sitting next to Sebastian, Rosalie felt a bit awkward. She smiled and said, "Sebastian, could you watch Steve for me? I'll go help Yvonne in the kitchen."With that, she walked into the kitchen."Vonnie, let me help you.""What's wrong? Don't you want to talk to my brother?" Yvonne seemed to sense something in Rosalie's expression.Rosalie smiled. "There's nothing to talk about. We just got divorced, so it's a bit awkward. Let me stay here with you.""Well, okay then." Yvonne didn't press further.The two of them worked together in the kitchen.Noticing Rosalie's quiet demeanor, Yvonne moved
Two days later, Wesley received the results of the DNA test.The results showed that he and Yerick were indeed father and son.Upon receiving this result, Wesley lost his balance and fell into a chair. He sat dazedly in the hospital lobby, his mind spinning. He held his forehead and leaned back weakly.Yerick was truly his son, the child he had with Janet. He was already nineteen years old, at that.Wesley hadn't imagined they would meet like this. Why hadn't Janet told him that she was pregnant with his child?His attitude back then might not have been the best, but if she had insisted on telling him, he would have known. He wouldn't have abandoned them. Janet, with her stubbornness, had kept it from him, making it seem as if he was the irresponsible one and the scumbag.Wesley's mind was in turmoil. As he thought carefully, he realized he had been the scumbag. This was all his fault.What should he do now? Should he tell Yerick that he was his father?Would Yerick be able to accept i
"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."Yerick, tell me about your mom.""Mr. Spencer, you want to hear about my mom?""Yes, I'd like to know what kind of wo
Rosalie returned to her room and pondered hard before finally calling Justin back.He answered the call quickly and his voice came through the phone. "Hey, Rose. What's up?""Justin, come to my place tomorrow. You, me, and Theo, we'll have dinner together.""Tomorrow?""Yes, are you free?"Justin pondered for a moment before saying, "I am, but does Theo know about this?""He does. He agreed to it.""Alright, then. I'll head over tomorrow.""Where will you be tomorrow? I'll go pick you up after work.""It's fine, I can head over myself. Just give me your address.""I'll do that. You must come.""I will. I always do whatever I promise you.""Okay, I'll take you at your word. I'll text you my address. I knock off at five in the evening and take around half an hour to drive home. You can arrive here earlier than that."The two of them hung up soon after.Rosalie immediately drafted a text to Justin to inform him of her address. She was so worried she might get it wrong that s
Theodore fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "I know. I know deep in my heart that's what you feel."Rosalie suddenly felt cold, not because of the wind but because her heart had turned cold. "Theo, let's go home. I miss Stevie."Theodore nodded. "Alright, let's head home."These were stolen moments, and the time they shared right now was due to end.Rosalie turned around and suddenly stepped on something which caused her to lose her balance and almost fall.Theodore wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. "Be careful."Rosalie was still recovering from the slight shock when she turned her head and realized how close they were to each other.Suddenly, Theodore cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips.Rosalie was stunned as memories flooded her mind. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and in that moment, she forgot about pushing him away. It was only when a thought suddenly came to mind that she shoved him away.In the past, she might
Rosalie recalled the rose Theodore gave her this afternoon, which he claimed he bought from the streets.A cold wind blew past, and she shivered slightly—it felt chilly. Theodore very chivalrously removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders."Theo, I'm fine. I'm not cold. You wear it." She was worried he might catch a cold instead."I'm fine." When Theodore draped the jacket back on her shoulders, he put his arm around her shoulders and left it there. The two of them looked very intimate.Just then, Rosalie's phone rang. It broke the awkward moment that was brewing.Rosalie gently nudged Theodore's arm away and picked up her phone. "Hello."It was Justin calling. "Rose, it's me.""Hey, Justin. What's up?""Nothing, I just wanted to call to ask if you're asleep.""Not yet, I'm still out.""Oh? Are you out alone?""No, I'm with Theo," Rosalie said frankly."Right," Justin said, not pursuing the matter. "I won't bother you two, then. I just wanted to check in on you, n
At night, Rosalie and Theodore headed out for dinner.They didn't take Steve along with them. Theodore wanted to enjoy the date with just the two of them.Rosalie couldn't bear to reject him.Their relationship had been utterly ruined and they barely managed to resolve the misunderstandings. The dust had finally settled around them, and she didn't want to sour the mood again. They were Steve's parents, and Steve naturally wouldn't want his parents to be at loggerheads with each other. They might be divorced, but they could still live in peace and that would only be beneficial for Steve's growth.Theodore booked a restaurant where they shared a romantic meal before heading to the cinema.Theodore bought tickets to a romance movie. It was a very touching story and many ladies were reduced to tears by the time the credits were rolling.Rosalie, however, couldn't bring herself to cry. Perhaps because she was all out of tears from what happened in real life and she felt numb when sh
Half a month flew by.Many things happened during that period, but everything was progressing smoothly.Justin, Sydney, and Wesley were all discharged. Rosalie was slowly adapting to work life. Theodore had seemingly returned to normal, busy with what he was supposed to do. He no longer looked despondent, but he avoided Sydney whenever she looked him up.There was still a barrier erected between the mother and son.Sebastian had fled and no one knew where he was right now.Rosalie was taking a break from work over the weekends and sat in front of her laptop, brainstorming for her book.Before this, she had consulted the author.The author shared her own experiences genuinely.She wanted to write about complicated financial knowledge only a select few would be interested in, but if she wanted to appeal to the masses, she had to make complicated jargon easy to understand, so much so that even an uneducated vegetable grocer could get it. She wanted to avoid fancy terminologies,
Rosalie scrolled through the videos mindlessly and started feeling drowsy. She was about to doze off when she scrolled to a livestream session. The host looked rather familiar. Wasn't this the author who wrote that novel? It was all thanks to her that Angie was caught. Why was she on a livestream?She looked like a natural onscreen.Many people were tuning in. The author was interacting non-stop with her readers, even leisurely reading through nasty comments left by detractors and responding to them.One of the comments read, [The disgusting characters are a reflection of how disgusting the author is. She herself must be promiscuous to be able to write of such a promiscuous character.]The author responded, "If I wrote a character with a high IQ, does that make me have a high IQ, too? In that case, I'll write about a character with an IQ of 190 in my next book. But that's not right. I've written so many books with so many characters in them, even criminals. You should call the co
At night, Theodore came back looking disheveled and not in good shape.Rosalie immediately welcomed him home with Steve in her arms. "Theo, where were you?""I've been staying in a hotel these days.""Theo, Steve's your son and that's a fact no one can change.""Dada," Steve said as he stretched his arms toward Theodore, demanding a hug.Rosalie put Steve in Theodore's arms. "Carry him. He misses you and has been asking for you these few days."Theodore's heart melted as he carried Steve in his arms. He felt so fortunate to come home to his child and Rosalie and yearned for nothing more.However, the past continued haunting him, disturbing his peace and becoming a hurdle he could not cross."Did Sebastian give him his name?"Rosalie was stunned for a moment before admitting honestly, "Yes. I didn't know his true colors then. At that time, he was always by my side, helping me out."She added, "If you don't like this name, give the child another name. He doesn't need to be call
"But I'd like to take this chance to thank everyone for not believing her words. You have every right to dislike our food, and you can even tell me that my dishes are too salty, too oily, too spicy, or simply yucky. It's fine if you don't like it and I can accept constructive feedback. "But that woman was so foul-mouthed, slandering and verbally abusing me and my chef while inciting others to do the same. That's not something a normal person does. She's behaving like a mad dog barking indiscriminately.""Well said!"The customers applauded her. They could tell that she was a straightforward person who wouldn't offend others unless others offended her first. If anyone dared to offend her, she wouldn't let it rest.Rosalie didn't expect such excitement while having lunch, and was thoroughly entertained.As it turns out, most of the customers were reasonable, and only a minority were incited by the lady.The customers had originally thought that the boss was the one scolding the cu
Their raised voices were piercing to Rosalie's ears. The customer was nasty with her words, and the boss retaliated."Come, everyone! Come and see how terrible this boss is, bullying her customer!" the customer snarled scornfully, her disheveled hair blowing in the wind.Some people hadn't fully grasped the situation yet and turned around to look on curiously, thinking that the boss was truly guilty of bullying her customer."Before commenting on other people, you should take a good look at yourself and see how terrible you are! You come here every day, insulting and slandering others. Who else should I scold other than you? You're always coming here and calling my food disgusting trash. You even insulted the chef! Since you don't like it, why do you still come day after day? Are you asking for trouble? You're so foul-mouthed, do you really think you're some dainty fairy?" the boss refuted."Just look, everyone! The boss is bullying and scolding her customer again! She doesn't want