Leaning over, Luke said to his master, “It’s your father, Mr. Mason. Do you want to talk to him?”

Mason said with a blank face, “Do you mean Westley?”

However, Luke didn’t dare respond to him.

Lowering the car window, Mason looked to the side of the car and saw Westley.

The man looked older, compared to how he had remembered him. If his memory served him correctly, Westley hadn’t reached forty years old when he left his wife and son. He had been in the prime of his life.

A car window was