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

However, he ultimately could not withstand the thrust of the instrument starting up.

Winston's vision went black.

……

When I looked up again, it was already ten years ago.

It is the story of 27-year-old Winston and 2-year-old Blackie.

Winston often wondered if he had found the little guy earlier, if he had taken in the fragile little black crow who had lost his mother earlier... would the little guy have avoided all those things that happened later?

Now is the time to change this timeline.

Young Winston sat in his car, watching the chaotic scene outside with flashing red and blue lights and wailing sirens.

There was a car accident, and the lane ahead is completely blocked and cannot be moved.

He tapped his fingers, knowing that his next meeting would have to be postponed.

But it doesn't matter. He's the head of the family now, so it's no big deal to make others wait.

only……

Hearing cries for help outside the car, Winston got out.

Seeing this, the bodyguard quickly urged him to get back into the car. After all, there were quite a few people chasing Winston recently, and no one could be sure whether the car accident was an accident.

But Winston waved his hand dismissively.

He had just come from a bloody banquet where traitors were dealt with, and the smell of blood on him hadn't completely dissipated.

Winston was probably bored, so he came down to have a smoke.

The assistant beside him said, "Mr. Winston, we have already called another vehicle, and it will take another ten minutes."

Winston nodded, watching the ashes burn, witnessing yet another human tragedy.

After confirming it was just an accident, Winston ordered his bodyguards to help, but the bodyguards seemed hesitant upon hearing this:

"Sir, our job is to ensure your safety."

Winston said calmly, "I am your employer. You should take my orders precedence, and my orders must supersede your own judgment, understand?"

Upon hearing the question, the bodyguards turned around and rushed over immediately.

Winston's greatest act of kindness was to remain uninvolved and send his men to help.

But at that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the center of the crowd:

"There's a child here! Why isn't anyone doing anything about it?!"

A short while later, Winston vaguely saw a child being passed around in an adult's arms like a toy doll, before finally being gently placed on the ground.

That small figure, barely taller than a person's thigh, stood barefoot on the cold ground, its empty eyes reflecting the crimson before it.

Mother……

The child seemed to keep making that sound.

He seems to have lost his mother.

Looking at the child, Winston's heart tightened for some reason.

He was about to look away when the child inexplicably followed Winston's gaze...

From the cub's perspective, all the adults present were too busy to hear a single cub's voice.

Moreover, his mother told him not to speak or make a sound.

So the little guy had to fend for himself and search for his mother.

He thought he had just gotten separated from his mother.

He had just seen his mother, but she was quickly taken away to some unknown place.

Only the little guy, holding a doll, wandered around aimlessly.

As he walked, he made eye contact with a blond, blue-eyed man who had been staring at him from a distance.

The man, around twenty-six or twenty-seven, already exuded an aura of power. At the height of his career, he had just become the new "godfather" who had won over the hearts of the people, and even his cigarette butts seemed to carry the scent of blood.

Those blue eyes were devoid of any human emotion.

But the little guy didn't seem afraid of him.

Ignorance is bliss.

The young are the most ignorant and innocent creatures.

He only knows that this person is looking at him, but does that mean he knows him?

Is he my mother's friend?

In this situation, the little guy instinctively seeks shelter.

So, under Winston's freezing gaze, the little guy actually walked step by step to him and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

That soft, chubby little face looked up at him.

Her large eyes stood out prominently on her small face, making her look like a kitten, and her gaze was so captivating it softened one's heart.

"Hello... I'm a baby, I'm looking for my mom..."

Winston listened to the little guy speaking Chinese. He couldn't understand it, and he didn't like the timid child who didn't even dare to speak loudly.

He is probably the most heartless person in the whole world.

The little guy was stunned when he saw that the man was ignoring him, but he didn't want to give up.

He was the only one among these golden-haired adults who was watching him.

Just as the little guy was about to continue speaking, he saw Winston turn his head and call his assistant over.

Winston wanted his assistant to take the child to a shelter.

But before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the little guy seemed to be wearing a pendant on his chest.

It was a sapphire pendant worth hundreds of millions that he had previously lost and which was a symbol of his family.

How did it end up on this child?

Winston reached out and touched the child's neck, only then realizing that the little guy was ice cold all over.

Winston paused for a moment, as if he had a guess in his mind, then took off his coat and covered the cub with it.

Only then did he remove the pendant and confirm Wu Tu's identity.

A few years ago, only one woman was able to get this pendant from him...

And this child was... his own flesh and blood.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Winston's eyes.

He thought to himself that the child had come at the worst possible time.

Winston still has some businesses that haven't been properly laundered, and his political enemies are eyeing this turbulent time...

Moreover, he was so careless that he actually let that woman leave behind a child...

Winston's hand was already resting on the back of the little guy's neck, a caress, but also a gesture of consideration.

Consider whether this child is necessary.

But a child who is only a few years old has no idea that he is in danger.

Winston's murderous intent was well hidden.

The little guy was still feeling the warmth from Winston's coat, an instinctive closeness stemming from blood ties, and an attachment born from this kindness.

He had received so little kindness as a child, so when Winston gave him a small act of charity, he was like a stray dog ​​seeing a bone and didn't want to leave.

Feeling the warmth of Winston's palm, the little guy took two steps forward following his strength and leaned into Winston's arms.

Like a kitten that had just survived a downpour, it silently, tentatively, and cautiously nestled against Winston's trouser leg, seeking a bit of warmth.

Winston felt the light weight leaning against him, and his heart skipped a beat.

This child doesn't even weigh as much as a kitten.

As Winston was thinking this, he saw his assistant, who had gone to inquire about the situation, run over with a pale face and say to Winston:

"Sir, we've found him. He's been pronounced dead at the scene, and the body looks terrible... You'd better not bring the children over..."

Upon hearing this, Winston realized that he had no choice but to take on this mess.

He initially thought it was a woman's scheme, but it turned out to be an unexpected turn of events.

Fate brought them together.

This child lost his mother at the same time he met his father...

Winston lowered his head and met the gaze of the small figure of the black rabbit.

Only then did he seem to notice the cub's thin clothes stained with blood.

So pitiful, so harmless...

So pitiful that even Winston couldn't help but abandon his previous wariness and showed a rare bit of tenderness towards the child.

He reached out, wanting to pick up Wu Tu.

But his posture was so clumsy that it was both laughable and pathetic.

The assistant tried to correct the injury, but found that even when the little guy was being held by Winston's strong forearm, he didn't cry or make a sound.