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

However, Winston's nervousness and concern for Ulva, as well as Richard and the others' affectionate attitude towards Ulva, had already made those who coveted the family's power start to plot against it.

Just like Cyrus was framed and got into a car accident before, Winston and his family have been constantly attacked and framed by enemies or relatives.

As long as power exists and remains sweet, even if they share the same blood and are from the same branch of the family, they will never give up.

This is the infighting and darkness within a wealthy family.

Even if Winston protects the black crow well, these people with ulterior motives can still find other ways to attack it.

Because Winston valued the black crow so much that he loved it as if it were his own son.

Through this bond, they came up with other ideas.

The little guy faced the malice of those people for the first time the day he left with Winston in the car.

A blond child, about five years old, who looked remarkably like Winston, stopped them as Winston was helping the black rabbit into the car.

"Daddy!"

The boy called out Winston's name loudly, but his eyes didn't resemble Winston's; they looked more like a crow's.

Unlike Richard and the others, he did not inherit Winston's madness and cold-bloodedness.

He, like the crow, had fantasies about his parents and experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—a normal child.

The child was dressed in clean and tidy clothes, but his eyes revealed his expectation and longing for his father.

Those feelings weren't faked.

The black ox was right next to him, so he could see it very clearly.

The boy was really looking forward to Winston, hoping that his father would come and take him home one day.

The little guy was struck dumb when he saw this.

The events that had happened at her aunt's house before flashed before Wutu's eyes one by one.

He was terrified, he was afraid that his father would be like his aunt before him, and would eventually be biased and abandon him.

But Winston merely glanced coldly at the child, offering no response to the child's calls, before closing the car door and ordering the driver to start the car.

In the rearview mirror, they could still see the child chasing the car for a long distance before falling on the road and failing to get up.

So, throughout the entire journey in the car, Ulva didn't speak or approach Winston.

He stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, his mind a complete blank.

Dad said... he'll only be our child from now on?

It seems not...

Moreover, my father was so handsome, and the years had only left him with a wealth of experience and composure. At banquets, he was always the center of attention among the ladies and wives.

Maybe, maybe Dad will get married again and have new kids.

Thinking of this, the little guy could only turn his face away and secretly wipe away his tears where his father couldn't see.

Yes, how could the crow monopolize her father's life after that...?

He was oversimplifying things.

Seeing that the little guy was no longer affectionate towards him, Winston realized that what he had just done must have frightened the little guy.

The power struggles and tactics employed by these old-money families were commonplace in Winston's household. There were far more outrageous and sordid methods to be used.

But that doesn't mean Winston didn't take it to heart.

Things that Winston wouldn't have cared about before have now become his bottom line.

Because the black tusk must care a lot.

The little guy has finally recovered from severe depression to moderate depression. Winston has been so careful to protect the little guy's mental health and let him know how precious he is.

But because of these idiots, everything almost fell apart.

Winston was worried that the sensitive little guy might think of all sorts of crazy things.

Because now Winston understands.

The importance of being "unique".

He wanted to be unique among the crows.

The little one only needs to be pampered uniquely, not equally or in a way that treats everyone the same.

What he needs is special favor.

Winston quickly tried to comfort the little one, gently turning him from facing the window to face him:

"Honey, what's wrong? Are you scared?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle that child properly. I also promise you, you will always be my most beloved child, and I will never have another child after you."

"Daddy only has you, Daddy only loves you, okay?"

The black rabbit looked at Winston.

Winston spoke these words without any qualms, as if in his eyes, people he considered unimportant were utterly insignificant.

But the little guy was no longer listening to Winston's words of comfort.

He was just worried about what would happen if one day he became that insignificant person his father talked about.

The little guy's fingernails slowly dug into his palm.

Winston, because of the Black Crow, lost his composure for the first time, and forgot that he had never revealed their true nature to the Black Crow.

Cold-hearted and indifferent, they cannot care about the true nature of others.

This misled the little guy. He thought Winston would be like everyone else, and sooner or later become biased and develop ego.

Little did they know, the monster's obsessive emotions meant it would only ever be loyal to one person.

Winston comforted the little one all the way home, carrying him upstairs on the way back.

Seeing that the little guy remained calm after being soothed and was still affectionate towards him after regaining his composure, he relaxed his guard.

But he had never experienced the little guy's pain, and he never thought that when the little guy wanted to pretend in front of adults, he could also do it perfectly.

All the crow needs to do is hide its emotions and pretend to be a well-behaved child.

Winston saw the little guy doing his homework peacefully in his room and assumed he wasn't bothered anymore, so he didn't disturb him further.

So Winston went out and immediately wanted to deal with yesterday's farce.

But before he could investigate, the child had already been brought over by those people.

"dad……"

The child had just been turned away by Winston and was now somewhat afraid of him, but he still forced himself to peek out from behind the adults and call out to him cautiously.

That pitiful look did indeed capture a bit of the little guy's essence.

Winston's fingers twitched, and he decided not to leave them standing outside any longer, and let the child in.

But Winston was still angry when he learned of the child's birth.

This child is still an artificial product, a child bred by those people using the genes he left in the family hospital.

And this child was destined to be a tool in the power struggle from birth.

After learning of Wu Tu's existence six months ago, they began hypnotizing the child and sent him to a normal family to live with adoptive parents, all in order to cultivate his normal human emotions and to make him have expectations of his biological father...

After figuring all this out, Winston's face was very gloomy.

It's easy to see how angry Winston was.

After all, Winston was bound by reason, adhering to ethics and morality, and possessing the values ​​of a normal person.

But these people are treating children as tools to be used and molded at will!

He looked at the child who resembled him by eight or nine points, feeling only a little sympathy and a lot of annoyance.

He only loved the black crow, not any child who bore his genes.

The fact that Winston allowed the child in was already the greatest act of kindness he could show.

He was about to send the child to a place where he could never return to settle down, but the young man who had brought the child over said to him respectfully:

"Patriarch, I know you care about the young master and have regrets about his past."

"However, this child is only five years old. He is still very young. You can slowly cultivate your relationship with him and raise him to be a child who is completely to your liking."

"You can also experience the irreplaceable parent-child time during the growth period of cubs."

"This can make up for your regret of not being able to raise the young master from a young age, can't it?"

The black rabbit was upstairs, in the third-floor corridor, when he overheard Winston and the others' conversation.

The little guy's mind went blank. He slowly squatted down and picked up the phone with trembling hands.

He wanted to vent his emotions, he wanted to angrily question others, but the only person he could talk to was that lonely person.

The little guy could only click on Yue's profile picture and sent a series of crying emojis.