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 the only thing that separated them, but they didn’t call out to each other and reconcile.

Instead, Westley merely stared at his son in silence.

Mason had to host the shareholder meeting today. So, he wore a custom-tailored suit that accentuated his dignified and stunning look. He was no longer the little boy Westley knew him to be. On top of it, he gave Westley a cold, distant look the way he would a stranger.

Westley’s hands started to tremble. He wanted to call out to his son, but Mason