CHAPTER 122

In Jaxon's home, there was a big, tall oak tree in the backyard. The sun was setting, making everything look golden. Jaxon sat under the tree, feeling heavy-hearted about the past. He couldn't forget what his father did to him, but strangely enough, he still wanted his approval.

Then, his foster mother, Cecelia, came over to him, looking worried. She was a kind and loving woman who took care of Jaxon and his foster little brother, Junior, when they were kids. She had seen Jaxon grow up into a strong young man, but she could see that he was still carrying pain and turmoil inside.

"Jaxon, are you alright?" Cecelia asked, sitting down beside him.

Jaxon let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know, mom," he replied, using the endearing term he had always called her. "I can't stop thinking about somebody who I trusted betraying me, and yet... I can't help but still want his approval."

Cecelia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She thought it wise to not ask who and just show comfort.

"It's