Henry's POV
THE NEXT DAY
“Hey Richard, keep your eyes on the game,” the football coach yelled, his gaze fixed on a tall ten-year-old boy with black hair.
I watched the match closely, focusing solely on the black-haired boy who happens to be Mr Harrington's son
His pace was sluggish, and he was terrible at passing the ball. Every now and then, he would miss a step and fall to the ground.
The game was becoming boring and Richard didn't have the qualities of a good player at all.
I'm sure he is here because of his father's connection. My phone vibrated in my breast pocket and I dipped my hand in my pocket and took the phone out
He has just arrived
The message was short and clear. Shifting my gaze back to the match, my gaze landed on Mr Harrington who came to cheer his son up.
He was
