"It's too late already." He responded, his face scrunching up in sadness. He really didn't enjoy what he was doing. His eyes said it all.
"You are wrong about that." I continued. "It's never too late for someone to be sorry and repent. Your family do not know about the job you are involved, if your dad comes to find out about it, don't you think it would give him more reasons to see you as an irresponsible son? While it's still not late, you can turn a new leaf. I will help you." I promised.
For the first time since we started the conversation, his gaze met mine in a debilitated way. "And who are you to think you can help me?"
"I am no one important to you, I know, but due to humanity, I have decided to help you. Please let me." He beseeched.
He let out a humorless chuckle. "Help m
