"Whip up a couple of veggie sides and grill a salmon," Mom replied.
"Salmon again? I''m not having it."
"Well, if you don''t want it, cook for yourself. Eating salmon is not just about growing taller, it helps
make your brain smarter too. Look at you, as clueless as a donkey."
Their silhouettes receded into the distance.
Tears began to well up in Gerard''s eyes.
"Mom." He suddenly shouted towards the crowd.
"Mom."
No one responded to his call.
"Mom, where the heck are you?" Gerard, clutching his head, squatted on the ground and sobbed.
He never dared to cry back in the Capital City.
He was afraid of what the people around and J might worry about.
Only in this unfamiliar ce did he dare to let himself go.
Passersby nced over with puzzled looks.
"Hey kid, you alright?" A male voice sounded, and a hand patted his shoulder.
Gerard looked up to see a handsome face.
The man was in his mid-thirties, dressed to the nines. He seemed like a sessful individual.
Gerard cleaned his tears and muttered, "I''m fine."
Nanson handed him a tissue, "Come on, man up. Real men stand tall and don''t cry at the drop of a
hat. Here, wipe your face."
"Thanks, mister," Gerard said, taking the tissue from Nanson.
Nanson watched Gerard cleaning his tears. Suddenly, he was reminded of himself, years ago, when
he was kicked out.
"Hey, how about we grab a drink?" Nanson suggested.
Gerard looked up in surprise.
"There''s a diner over there. Don''t worry, and I''m not a creep," Nanson pointed to a nearby diner.
Gerard wasn''t used to dining with strangers.
But he found himself unable to refuse Nanson''s offer.
It was a strange feeling.
Nanson also got a better look at Gerard''s face and frowned slightly.
Why did he feel that this kid looked somewhat familiar?
If he hadn''t been so disciplined in his younger days, he might have wondered if Gerard was his own
illegitimate child.
Watching Gerard, Nanson couldn''t help but think of a chick-lit novel he''d read once, "The Ice
Queen''s Surprise Runaway."
Too bad he wasn''t some domineering CEO, nor had he had a one-night stand.
Gerard followed Nanson into the diner.
Nanson ordered a bottle of vodka for himself and juice for Gerard, "You''re a kid, in the middle of
growing. Can''t be drinking alcohol."
"Okay," Gerard nodded.
No one had ever said that to him before.
J was old and besides pushing him to ept Edna, she didn''t say much else.
Jonah was always at the hospital or in the office.
Once the food arrived, Nanson got himself a drink, "Can you tell me what made you cry?"
Gerard took a sip of juice, trying to suppress the bitterness in his heart, "I..." He couldn''t finish his
sentence.
"It''s okay if you don''t want to talk about it. Let''s enjoy our food." Nanson gave Gerard a chicken leg.
Looking at the chicken drumstick in the bowl, Gerard choked, "I can''t find my mom ."
After all, he was just an eighteen-year-old boy.
No matter how strong or invincible he seemed.
He had his vulnerable side.
"Don''t cry." Nanson was startled and quickly stood up to wipe Gerard''s tears, "Did you get
separated from your mom?"
Gerard shook his head.
"Your parents got divorced?"
Gerard shook his head again.
"Then what happened?"
Gerard took a deep breath and took a sip of his juice, "I was raised by my grandmother. I''ve never
seen my mom since I could remember. My grandma told me she died, but I don''t believe it. She
can''t be dead. She must be alive."
He hadn''t even had the chance to see her once.
How could she be dead?
Nanson had a rough understanding of the situation and patted Gerard''s shoulder, "Don''t cry. As
long as you''re sure she''s alive, you''ll find her one day. By the way, do your grandma and the others
know you''re out looking for your mom?"
Gerard shook his head, "I told them I was going on a trip to Saltwater Metropolis. Otherwise, they
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