Chapter 633
“Pardon me, is this the stadium where the Esports competition is being held?”
She looked up to see a slim middle-aged man standing before her.
His black suit hung loosely on him, marked by conspicuous, oily stains near the collar. Although worn, his shoes were the most presentable part of his attire.
His hair was messy and overgrown, suggesting neglect, and his thin face with pronounced cheekbones made his eyes stand out starkly. The man seemed as if he was trying to conceal his rough life, yet his appearance spoke volumes.
Nevertheless, his approach was gentle, giving him an air of friendliness.
“Yes, you’ve found it,” Bonita answered, gesturing toward the building.
“So, I’m in the right place,” he muttered to himself.
He clasped his stomach, which growled audibly, then gave Bonita a sheepish grin with his cracked lips.
“Sir, are you looking for someone?” Bonita asked. Pointing toward a nearby shop, she suggested, “Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat.”
“No, no trouble,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “I can’t afford to buy anything. I’m just waiting for someone.”
He took a seat on the steps after speaking. His slender figure was draped in an oversized suit that seemed too eager to swallow him. Bonita could no longer…
Bonita overlooked the loud rumblings from his stomach. She quickly purchased some bread and water from a nearby convenience store and handed them to him.
With the food before him, its appeal seemed to magnify.
He no longer felt able to decline the offer. Gratefully accepting the food, he thanked Bonita and swiftly unwrapped the bread.
He ate with desperate haste, indicating that he hadn’t eaten properly in days.
The man managed to gulp down the bread in just a few bites. His cheeks puffed out, his eyes grew wide, and the yellowed, murky whites of his eyes looked strained.
Ripping into another packet, he said, “Young lady, your kindness is overwhelming. I’ll make sure my son thanks you when I find him.”
“Are you searching for your son here?” Bonita inquired.
With a heavy sigh, he nodded. “Yes, it’s been three years since I last saw him… I miss him so much. When I learned that he was here, I came in the hope of finding him…”
His voice cracked slightly, and his face became a portrait of grief as he clung to the bread.
Moved by his plight, Bonita said, “What’s his name? I could help you look for him.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he replied, his expression turning more somber. “He doesn’t want to see me. Just seeing him from afar will be enough.”
“Really?” Bonita questioned, puzzled. “He’s your son. Why wouldn’t he want to meet?”
Her question hung in the air, and she fell silent. Reflecting on her own situation, she realized she, too, avoided her father.
Could it be that this man had wronged his son in some way that strained their bond? Her empathy waned.
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