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

The little one nestled in his father's arms, tilting his head back and blinking his eyes as he listened to his father speak.

Seeing how well-behaved the little guy was, Winston instinctively assumed that he must have listened to what he was saying.

As a result, as soon as Winston left him after the little guy closed his eyes, he would immediately open them and look at his father with a tearful expression.

It's as if the crow is only now using all the tricks it used to torment people when it was a child.

As a child, Wutu knew the difficulties her family faced. She became sensible from a very young age and even tried to suppress her instinct to crave love.

Back then, the tiny cubs never cried or fussed all night.

Unfortunately, his obedience and understanding were taken for granted.

So much so that now, the little ones who were frightened into exhibiting regressive behaviors are starting to become spoiled.

The moment Winston's hand leaves him, the little guy's next round of tears is poised to erupt.

Winston had no choice but to go back and continue to comfort the child.

It wasn't until the black rabbit actually fell asleep that Winston finally experienced what it felt like to have a difficult child.

He rubbed his sore arms, got up, and went out.

The butler was already standing there waiting outside the door.

Winston left with the words, "I have high hopes for him."

Then he led the people to the basement of the manor.

The basement was pitch black, and it sounded like some animal was panting inside.

As Winston's footsteps sounded, the clanging of chains echoed from inside.

The things inside seemed to be hiding Winston out of fear.

Winston waved his hand, and a man in black stepped forward to help him pull the person out of the shadows.

It is "moon".

However, he no longer had that mysterious and gloomy look. He was covered in wounds and curled up in a corner like a defeated dog.

His mask was gone, revealing a pale, deep-set face, as gloomy and beautiful as a vampire.

But now, his face was no longer perfect; a bullet fired by Winston had grazed his cheek, passing through his nose from left to right.

That face, once considered "unclean" and "monster" by adults, has now truly become ugly, just as he himself said, having gotten what he wanted.

Winston originally intended to kill him, but seeing Yue's relieved yet resolute expression as he faced death, Winston deflected the gun by a few centimeters.

Because Winston realized that this guy was not afraid of death; he even felt that after he died, he would become an unforgettable scar for the Black Crow.

Only the dead become someone else's lifelong ideal, or merely a fleeting memory.

No matter what, as long as Yue dies because of Wu Tu, Wu Tu will never forget Yue for the rest of his life.

Looking at the moon like that, Winston understood. This kind of person must be kept alive, made to live a life worse than death, and made to taste what torture is.

So Winston walked up to the moon, and the documents fell down one by one:

"Moon, your real name is Samuel Martin. You are an illegitimate child of the Nordic royal family, and you are of mixed race. Your bloodline is impure, and your birth was not honorable, which is why you have suffered a lot of malice and harm."

"But that's not a reason for you to target the black rabbit."

Winston leaned closer to him and whispered:

"Do you know how bad the little guy's health was before? The fact that he can stand so healthily in front of you, run away from home, and go out to play with you is all because I spent countless amounts of money and resources to repair his body that was on the verge of collapse."

"But you're giving him medication. If he takes those nerve-controlling drugs for another two days, it will directly damage his body and make him unable to stand up again!"

"You're killing him!!"

Yue paused for a moment, finally revealing a hint of panic.

"No... I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wanted him to be with me. I knew he had been sick before, but I didn't expect his health to be so poor... I..."

Before Yue could finish speaking, he was brutally beaten again by the men in black that Winston had brought.

Winston gave this so-called fanatical fanatic who loved the cuckoo a cold look:

Your love hurt him.

"You're killing him, not loving him."

"What's the difference between you and those who bully and harass the crow?"

What Winston said was more painful than killing the Moon.

Yue covered her head, incredulous:

"No, no, I would never be like those bad people. I love him, I..."

Winston's cigarette butt landed on the back of Moon's hand, followed by the grinding of his leather shoe against Moon's skin.

"Wu Tu said that he would never believe anyone's sincerity again."

With just one sentence, Winston crushed all of this man's hopes.

The emotions and obsessions that Yue originally had, which she had staked everything on, turned out to be utterly ridiculous.

It turns out that his self-righteous sincerity was no different from that of those disgusting adults.

Yue, whose faith had crumbled, wished she could commit suicide immediately.

He hated it so much! He hated this disgusting version of himself; he was the one who deserved to die!

Suddenly, Yue sprang to her feet, trying to grab the gun from the bodyguard and point it at herself.

However, the bodyguards quickly subdued Yue and pinned her back to the ground.

Faced with the collapsing Moon, Winston showed no sympathy whatsoever; he remained indifferent and said:

"You shall remain here, living a life worse than death, to atone for your sins."

After saying that, Winston had no intention of staying there any longer and left quickly.

Shortly after he left, Richard and Kalan also arrived.

Kailan walked up to the moon and clicked his tongue.

He held a dagger in his hand, and the knife was twirled in Kailan's hands.

It's clear that Kylan is more than just a player; he's an excellent enforcer.

He stuck the knife in front of the moon and asked in a low voice:

Do you know how much my hands are worth?

Yue clutched her wound, her face contorted in pain, seemingly unable to hear anything Kailan was saying.

However, Kailan continued talking to himself:

"Several hundred million US dollars."

"This is insurance for my hands."

"A pitcher's fingers are very delicate; once one finger is injured, he can no longer pitch."

"And it's the same with ice skating; my baby's feet are the most precious thing."

"But you almost made it impossible for him to continue skating."

"How am I supposed to settle this score with you...?"

Richard stood to the side and said coldly:

"Why waste so much breath on him? You've been playing the good guy in front of him for so long, do you really think you're some big bad wolf?"

"Stop pretending, let him experience what real torture is like."

Kaylan chuckled. "Of course."

……

When Winston returned home late at night, he took off his shirt, which reeked of smoke and blood, and sat half-naked in a chair, pretending to doze off.

"dad……?"

The little guy's sleep has become very light without him realizing it, and he is easily disturbed by the slightest noise.

Winston could only put on his bathrobe and go back to bed.

The little guy sensed his father's presence, immediately rolled over, put one leg on Winston's waist, and tried to hug his father's arm.

Winston couldn't help but chuckle and was about to pat the little guy's back when the little fellow suddenly sat up again.

Winston assumed the little guy had noticed the smell of blood on him.