Chapter 383 Misjudging a Perfect Match
- "Dad, I ... " Kingsley's voice trembled as he stood before Jetton, his fear evident.
- Jetton placed a hand on his son's forehead, feeling the cold sweat. He frowned. "Kingsley, are you feeling faint? Heatstroke, maybe?"
- "Dad, I ... I ... " Kingsley stammered, his voice cracking as tears welled up.