The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Yes, none of the other servants would dare to cover him with a pink Patrick Star blanket, nor would they place a teddy bear next to him, saying that the teddy bear would supervise him drinking milk.

This is disrespectful to the employer.

So Richard's face fell, and he asked in a low voice:

"Do you understand what it feels like to lose hope?! Do you understand what it feels like to be tormented by illness?! I've had enough of being played by fate. I don't need to be a clown anymore, watched by your eyes!"

The little guy was struck by his words, and even his standing body swayed involuntarily.

When Richard saw the little guy's appearance, a moment of pity welled up inside him.

But I suppressed it myself.

"If you don't even understand what it feels like to think about dying every day, then stop pretending. Whatever your purpose is, I don't need you to do that."

Richard smirked coldly. "Unless you're crippled too, and you want to jump out of the window, don't do these things. What empathy do you have for me?"

Unable to resist, Wu Tu took two steps back.

His face turned very pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

But the little guy held back his tears and said to the teddy bear he had taken over specifically to keep Richard company and prevent him from being lonely:

"You need to keep a close eye on him, make sure he doesn't drink all the time, be his companion, stay with him, and protect him from nightmares."

The teddy bear has a determined look in its eyes, and its soft face is just as serious as that of the black rabbit, as if it is determined to catch all disobedient and bad human behavior.

Although Richard scolded him, and although Wu Tu felt his vision was already blurry, he still tapped the little bear's nose, made a promise with it, and then lowered his head and hurriedly left.

Only a sentence from the translation software remained on Richard's desk: "Little Bear will be with you. Good luck with your work, and get some sleep~"

Richard felt his heart clench as he watched the little guy practically flee in panic.

He looked down at the little guy's message, then at the little bear, and suddenly reached out and clutched his heart.

He felt a warmth gradually spreading from the soles of his feet, which were wrapped in woolen socks, and along with the burning sensation in his chest, it flowed into his limbs and bones.

Richard no longer felt cold.

But he felt a tightness in his chest and a sense of unease.

I may have spoken too harshly.

"Your Highness?"

Hearing a noise, the assistant in the guest room ran out to check and saw Prince Richard staring blankly at the teddy bear in front of him.

Richard is Winston's eldest son, Winston being the current Queen's brother and holding the titles of Duke and Prince. Because the Queen has no children, Richard, based on the order of succession and his own talents, became the designated heir to the throne.

He deserved a life of unparalleled brilliance.

But due to an accident a year ago, he fell from grace.

They all said that Prince Richard might lose his status as heir, but Richard did not struggle to deny these rumors.

The assistant following Prince Richard watched as His Highness became gloomy, strange, irritable, and unwilling to see anyone.

But now, Richard's face showed a relaxed and peaceful expression that he hadn't seen in a long time, and he was staring intently at the little bear, as if he was lost in thought.

The assistant looked at his handsome prince, wrapped in an eyesore-worthy little blanket, wearing laughably thick plush socks, holding the little teddy bear, and ordered him:

"What are you standing there for? Help me take the computer back to my room."

The assistant couldn't help but think: Good heavens, how come His Highness suddenly became all pink and childlike, as if possessed by a ghost, when he wasn't looking at him for a moment?!

That's terrifying! He must not be fully awake yet!

……

But when Richard woke up the next day, although no more of those outrageous things appeared on his body, he was holding the neatly folded little blanket in his hand.

Richard asked the butler at breakfast:

"Could you help me find the owner of this blanket? I suspect he might be in a difficult situation. He can come with me, and I will sponsor his tuition until he comes of age, and he can continue to work for me."

Richard couldn't sleep all night because he kept seeing Wu Tu's face in his mind and hearing his reaction to his words.

The astute Prince Richard thought about it all night and finally decided to bring the child to his side to make amends.

Richard, who received an elite education from a young age, never experienced what family affection is; his father didn't even come to visit him when he was in a car accident.

He never thought he would have any family.

But Richard now has an urge to choose a child to be part of his family.

He was somewhat apprehensive, but more than that, he was determined to succeed.

At worst, you can apologize to the child and buy him some candy he likes. Children that age are easily angered and their emotions are fleeting.

The steward knew that Richard had seen the black rabbit when he saw the blanket.

The butler gave Richard a kind smile and said:

"Oh, young master, I think he must have left a good impression on you, but this little fellow probably can't grant your request."

Richard frowned upon hearing this:

"Why? I think not many people would refuse the conditions I offer. He doesn't seem to be doing well. Even though he's dressed nicely, he's very thin and looks physically weaker than other children his age. He must have suffered a lot."

The butler said gently, "Instead of me explaining to you, why don't you go see him yourself? Your bond has been there for a long time, and it's deeper than you think."

Richard paused for a moment, then followed the butler to Winston's room.

Richard hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Wu Tu's smile, he still pushed open the door.

Inside the door, the beeping of various medical instruments and the sounds of doctors busily monitoring data could be heard.

"How is it?!"

"Give another injection!"

"This drug ratio still failed! Immediately have the lab staff adjust the parameters; we don't know how many more times his body can hold out..."

Richard's heart sank. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw thick medical tubes strapped to the little guy's pale, thin body.

Those cold, hard wires entangled him, held him back, and tormented him.

His exposed skin, from treatment, was covered in shocking patches of bruising caused by blood clotting.

But besides that, there are also terrible scars from being cut with a knife.