Although Wesley didn't sleep all night, he did not look tired at all. If others didn't observe him carefully, they could not tell. Only his face was a little pale.

But Aunt Helen was worried about him. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

Wesley's eyes showed a little awkwardness. He answered, "Aunt Helen, I'm good. Don't worry about me."

"If so, why did you torture yourself?" Aunt Helen looked at Wesley and said, "Little Seven, I know you too well. You are not feeling good at all."

Wesley didn't say a word or make eye contact with Aunt Helen.

In the face of Aunt Helen who had watched him grow up, he usually evaded topics that he didn't want to talk about by keeping silent.

Aunt Helen did not want to force Wesley. So she only sighed and said, "Little Seven, Kai told me that you want to kill Yuna. Is that true?"

"Aunt Helen, Yuna is on Rowdy's side," Wesley said in an emotionless tone, "Rowdy once hurt you. I won't let him or those around him off."

"Yuna is different!" Aunt Helen tried to awaken Wesley's feelings for Yuna, "Wesley, you love..."

"Aunt Helen, I hate Yuna," Wesley's eyes were filled with intense hatred, "Now she could kill an unborn baby. In the future, she can kill all of us. Either she dies or I do."

Aunt Helen could not accept this. "Little Seven, do you have to be like this?" She asked.

"It can't be avoided."

Wesley's tone was particularly cold. It seemed that there was no room for negotiation and no one could persuade him to change his mind.

Aunt Helen gave up trying to persuade him and asked, "Wesley, can you tell me what happened between you and Yuna yesterday morning? How did you find out that she took Mifepristone?"

"Aunt Helen, I don't want to talk about it."

That scene was like a knife inserted in Wesley's heart forever.

Wesley's voice was totally flat, just like his feelings for Yuna - no expectation at all.

However, Joanne needed to know the details.

"Little Seven..."

Aunt Helen still wanted to persuade Wesley.

"Aunt Helen, if everything is fine, I'll go back to the company."

Then Wesley turned to leave the old house.

Aunt Helen had to compromise. "Little Seven, stay and have dinner with me. I'll not talk about those things," she said.

After dinner, Aunt Helen asked Wesley to stay because she did not feel well and was afraid that something unexpected might happen.

Wesley had been working continuously for 24 hours. No matter how strong he was, he was not able to stay up for another night.

Aunt Helen just wanted Wesley to have a rest at home.

Aunt Helen had never made any requests throughout these years. This was the first time the old lady asked Wesley to stay and accompany her.

He knew that Aunt Helen was fine, but he could not leave her alone.

This time, it was Wesley's turn to compromise.

Wesley agreed, saying, "Aunt Helen, I won't leave. Have a good rest."

Aunt Helen was finally relieved. "You too," she said.

Aunt Helen was still recovering from her operation. After her meal, she took her medicine and felt sleepy. So Wesley asked the nurse to take Aunt Helen upstairs.

Soon, the nurse came down and said Aunt Helen was asleep.

"Got it," Wesley lit a cigarette and ordered, "You watch Aunt Helen. If she feels uncomfortable at midnight, call me immediately."

"No problem."

After saying that, the nurse took a look at Wesley. Obviously, she had something else to say.

Wesley said coldly, "Say it!"

The nurse felt a chill running down her spine and couldn't help trembling. She responded, "Mr. Mu, before Aunt Helen went to bed, she said that if you leave at midnight, you are the black sheep of the Hayes Family."

Wesley was speechless.

Aunt Helen's threat worked. Wesley just strolled to the yard after finishing his cigarette and did not leave.

The winter of Glasgow was on par with that of Arlington. The dry and cold air made people's skin feel chapped.

Last winter, Yuna was still in Glasgow, having the run of the Hayes Family's old house.

But this year, she was in another old house, another city.

No wonder the ancients said that fate was unpredictable.

Wesley walked out of the house.

The old generation living in Glasgow used to call the house the Mu mansion.

It was worthy of its name as it had a circumference of three kilometers.

There was a park beside the mansion.

It was not too late at night and there were still many people in the park. A few young couples were playing with their children and one was playing football with their son.

The little boy had not grasped any skills and only knew how to kick the ball as far as possible. He kicked and the white ball rolled toward Wesley.

The child yelled and ran after the ball, but he couldn't catch up with it. He cried, "Dad, my ball."

Wesley suddenly felt soft-hearted and stopped the ball with his foot.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and ran over. He looked up at Wesley who was several times taller than him and said, "Thank you, sir. Wow, you're so handsome, sir!"

The child was younger than Emily. He had a soft and lovely voice and an innocent look. It was easy for him to touch the vulnerable part of a person's heart.

Wesley squatted down, picked up the ball and handed it to the little boy, saying, "Here."

"Thank you!" The little boy looked around, "Sir, are you alone? Hmm, maybe you can play with me. Do you play football?"

Looking at the child's innocent eyes, Wesley nodded somehow and said, "Yes."

"Yeah," the little boy laughed happily, "Then let's play together. Kick the ball over and I'll kick it back to you. It's very fun."

The boy put down the ball and ran away. Looking at the small figure of the child, Wesley felt a stinging sensation in his eyes and everything in front of him suddenly became increasingly blurred.

He blinked and kicked the ball with a little force. The football rolled accurately toward the boy as if it received an order.

When Kai came back and saw Wesley playing football with a little boy, he thought he made a mistake. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look - it was really Wesley

"Se... Brother Wesley..." Kai's voice was full of shock.

Wesley caught the ball kicked by the little boy, picked it up, and sent it back to him, and said, "I'm leaving."

Kai probably had something to tell him.

The little boy liked to play with Wesley. When he heard Wesley was leaving, he was slightly disappointed. But he still nodded and said politely, "Goodbye, sir."

Wesley patted the little guy's head softly and responded, "Goodbye."

He then walked out of the park and back to the old house with Kai. "What's up?" He asked.

Kai reported on some stuff. Though they were not urgent matters, Kai still needed Wesley to make a decision.

They arrived home while talking.

Wesley gave Kai instructions on what to do, one by one. In the end, he said, "If there's nothing else, you can go back."

"One more thing," Kai sounded a little upset, "Brother Wesley, what you did just now was too dangerous."

In Glasgow, Wesley was a "wanted" person. Not only the police but also some "counterparts" were always on the lookout for him. Someone even claimed that he would take his life.

Just now, he was alone in the park, exposing himself without any protection. If a sniper was targetting him, the consequences would be ghastly.

"Don't worry," Wesley said indifferently, "I know what I'm doing."

Kai thought to himself, "Did you? Are you sure you were not distracted by that child and relaxed your vigilance?"

"Anything else?" Wesley asked.

Kai shook his head as he answered, "Nope."

"Then go home."

After saying that, Wesley turned around and went upstairs.

After working a whole day, Wesley was already exhausted. After lying on the bed, he soon fell asleep with the help of sleeping pills.

After an unknown period, Wesley vaguely saw a two-or-three-year-old boy.

The young child was fair and clean. He was smiling at him not far away.

Wesley felt as his heart had been hit by something, and a voice told him that it was his son.

He walked over eagerly, but the child kept stepping back.

"Dad," the boy cried, "why did you and Mom abandon me?"

No, he wanted this child. Since the day he knew about the existence of the child, he had been looking forward to his birth and accompanying him in his growing years.

Wesley wanted to explain, but something was stuck in his throat and he could not speak.

"Dad, it hurts."

The boy's voice was soft and weak, full of disappointment and misery. Like an arrow, it suddenly pierced Wesley's heart.

He knew the child was suffering a lot of pain.

Even if the child was just a fetus, he was still a growing life. Yuna ended his life with a pill. How could the child not feel the pain?

At that moment, the pain the child felt must be stronger than what he had suffered throughout his whole life.

"Dad," the child questioned him with a gloomy voice, "Why didn't you protect me?"

Tears filled Wesley's eyes, and he didn't know what to say.

It was all his fault. He overestimated himself and easily believed Yuna.

If he had been careful or doubted Yuna, the child would not have been killed by her.

He was Wesley, but he couldn't even protect his own child.

"I'm sorry," Wesley finally made a sound, "Baby, I'm sorry."

The child dissolved into tears and looked at Wesley with hatred. "I will never ever forgive you! Never!" He shouted.

Wesley wanted to go over, hug the child and explain everything to him. But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. The child turned around and disappeared from his view.

For an instant, Wesley felt as if someone had dug a hole in his heart. Blood dripped from it. He was prostrate with grief.

Actually, there was nothing to explain, wasn't there?

The child had just come into being. But he left without taking a look at this world.

"I'm sorry," Wesley suddenly shouted in his sleep, "Baby, I'm sorry."

No one responded to Wesley. There was only a blank space left after the child disappeared.

Yuna would not come back, and the child was gone.

If Wesley's life was a circle, then at the moment, two-thirds of it was missing.

What about Yuna?

She left him, got rid of the child, and returned to Rowdy. Her life was perfect, right?

It was ridiculous that he had expressed his love for Yuna who hated him.

Yuna had never responded to him, never.

"Wesley, you were such a joke."