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

Winston was heartbroken.

He didn't expect that the first thing the little guy would do upon seeing him would be to apologize so cautiously.

Does the Blackie truly understand that he himself is Winston's most precious treasure?

The raging storm and overwhelming anger that had been surging within Winston were completely extinguished after hearing just one sentence from the little guy.

All that remained was a deep sense of pity.

He watched the little guy being put into the ambulance, and watched Wutu being surrounded by needles and instruments once again.

It's impossible for Winston not to feel sorry for him.

Winston immediately led a group of men to escort Wu Tu to the hospital.

Cooper, the lawyer who was in charge of receiving Ulva at St. Ottoman Hospital, was initially delighted to hear that Ulva had arrived at the hospital and wanted to see how Ulva was doing.

As soon as he reached the door of the ward, he saw Richard and the others sitting or standing listlessly, gazing longingly at the frail figure on the hospital bed.

Cooper couldn't believe it:

"What's wrong...? What's wrong with the little one?"

"Winston...?"

"Didn't you say you'd take good care of him when you took him away?"

Cooper looked at Winston, who was standing on the other side, half of his body hidden in the shadows.

He sat there, his gaze fixed on the direction of the black rabbit.

Faced with illness or death, most people are powerless and can do nothing.

Even the all-powerful Winston was no exception.

Cyrus looked at Winston's cold, hard expression, and finally lost control of his emotions, wanting to fight Winston to the death.

How could he not resent it?!

It was Winston who drove them away back then.

The little guy was perfectly fine before he left; he even called him and said he missed him.

But when he comes back now, what he sees is the rabbit in the little guy's room that has been fitted with a surveillance camera; it's the traces left behind by the little guy when he was scolded by outsiders at home and dared not speak out; it's the traces left behind by the little guy when he ran away from home in a hurry; it's the little guy who went to see his friends all alone with his sincerity, only to be deceived.

It was even locked in a wooden cabin, completely deprived of all rights to think, speak, and move, and treated like a collectible...

How could Cyrus possibly tolerate this?!

He stood up, grabbed Winston by the collar, and demanded:

"You said you would protect him, but did you?! You control everything, forbidding us from getting close to Wu Tu, forbidding anyone but you from being near him..."

"But you protected him like that, so why did he still get hurt?!"

"Father, is it so hard to admit that your controlling nature is excessive?"

"In two years, I will graduate from university. At that time, I will officially declare war on you and take away the position of head of the family, including Wu Tu."

Cyrus's blatant words did not elicit much surprise from the others.

Instead, Richard and his men all became wary.

An undercurrent of tension was palpable outside the ward.

It seems that Winston is not the only one threatened by Cyrus's declaration.

Clearly, they all coveted that unique trophy and greedily wanted to be the only one.

They were eyeing the treasures and riches of their fathers with predatory intent, eager to bare their fangs and seize them.

Winston remained noncommittal.

Others might feel fear in the face of these young people, but in Winston's eyes, they were still young lions brandishing their claws.

Winston didn't take them seriously at all.

He simply pulled Cyrus's agitated hand away and coldly turned to look at the doctor.

The doctor had just stepped out of the ward when he reported the situation to Winston:

"The young master has an excessive amount of drugs in his body. He was forced to ingest too much in a short period of time. A normal person's body can metabolize it slowly, but his physical condition is not good to begin with, so it is difficult for him to excrete it. If the ingestion continues for a longer period of time, it will cause irreversible damage."

Just a little bit... just a little bit short.

The child Winston had worked so hard to save was ruined.

Winston was prepared to kill someone today, so he wore black leather gloves.

At this moment, the gloves were squeaking as he gripped them.

The doctors could feel Winston's terrifying pressure, and their voices became urgent.

He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Winston might be dissatisfied and kill another doctor as a sacrifice.

"In short, he needs to rest well recently and can't engage in strenuous activities."

"There may be other aftereffects, and we need to observe him after he wakes up."

"Also... the young master doesn't have any injuries. Apart from taking medication, he only has some bruises from the car accident. The young master wasn't subjected to any violence or anything else..."

The more the doctor talked, the lower Winston's blood pressure became.

This was clearly a good thing, but Winston's expression didn't show any relief.

Because he was blaming himself.

If he had noticed Wutu's condition, if he hadn't left Wutu alone at home that day, Wutu wouldn't have suffered all this undeserved misfortune.

He should... shut everyone out.

Only he and the little guy were left.

He wanted...he really wanted...

There was a monster roaring inside Winston's heart as well.

It was clear that Ulva's act of running away from home had given Winston quite a fright.

Winston was going crazy just thinking about how he almost lost the Blackie.

Moreover, this was the longest time he had been separated from Wutu since he brought her home.

Only Winston knows how painful and agonizing these past few days have been.

Thinking of this, the killing intent emanating from Winston made Richard and the others beside him involuntarily retreat.

But even after shedding his disguise and revealing his wild and cold side, Winston would still gently lower his head in front of the Black Crow.

……

"dad……"

The little guy woke up in the hospital bed and called out to him like that.

Upon hearing the call of the black clown, Winston didn't hesitate. He immediately bit off his blood-stained gloves and went to the black clown's bedside, his cold eyes reflecting the black clown's image.

The little one opened his eyes and reached out his hand to his father.

After Winston responded, the little guy immediately wrapped his arms around Winston's arm like a dying man clinging to a piece of driftwood.

He wrapped his arms around Winston's neck. The little guy, who had just escaped a terrible situation, could only burrow into what he considered the safest place—his embrace—to protect himself.

Winston watched as the little guy snuggled into his arms like a frightened quail, trembling and clinging tightly to his neck as if clutching his only lifeline.

The little guy was trembling all over, his eyes were vacant, and he was muttering something:

"Daddy, I'm a good boy, I'm obedient, I'll stay by your side, I won't go anywhere, I'd rather die than leave you..."

"Dad, don't leave me."

"It's so scary, it's so dark inside the suitcase... I can't walk by myself, and I can't feed myself, it's so scary..."