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

The cub seemed to sense his father's tolerance and affection.

But he simply didn't have the strength to cry anymore.

The little guy kept gagging, his tiny shoulders shrugging, looking like he was about to exhaust all his strength.

Winston couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and he asked the doctor, "Isn't there any other way?"

As the little one's family, he could only watch helplessly as the cub vomited until its face turned red and it even cried. Because of its discomfort, the little one couldn't help but scratch itself, and the red marks and bruises were a shocking sight.

The doctor was troubled:

"There's no other way, this is the only option. A cub's stomach is more fragile than an adult's. If he eats these things, it could be fatal, so we have to induce vomiting. If he can't vomit completely, we'll have to pump his stomach."

Upon hearing this, Winston felt even more distressed.

If he had met Wu Tu earlier, if he had noticed something was wrong with the child sooner, would the little guy have been spared all this suffering?

In the face of disease, even the most shrewd businessman or the most powerful head of a family is powerless.

Winston could only accept the fact that he was just an ordinary person and couldn't save the little guy.

The little one was so uncomfortable that he barely slept all night. He was delirious with fever and kept whimpering and calling for his mother. He kept vomiting because he was in so much pain, until his stomach was completely empty, and in the end, only bile came out.

The little guy's face also changed from flushed to pale.

It's like slowly losing its vitality, being burned out completely.

But when the little guy is in a daze, seeing the room he's messed up, he'll subconsciously say:

"I'm sorry... Mom, I'm sorry. Dad, I'm sorry..."

Winston has now learned to translate the little guy's words using translation software, and he wants to know how the cub feels.

But when he saw how upset the little guy was, and he still said sorry...

For the first time, Winston wanted to go back to the way things were before, and he slapped himself hard.

This is the only thing he regrets in his life.

He regretted that he had ever even considered wanting his own child to disappear.

He's already being so careful, so why is everyone in the world still pressuring him?

If Winston hadn't discovered him, wouldn't he have been driven to his death sooner or later?

Thinking of this, Winston couldn't help but reach out and hug him tightly.

Winston used translation software to say:

"It's not your fault, baby, you did a great job."

The cold, mechanical voice came from Winston's phone, but the little guy finally understood.

The cub opened its eyes wide, forgetting its discomfort, its shocked expression as if it had seen its father finally understand human nature and learn to speak.

His expression changed from oo to 0o0!

The little guy touched his dad's mouth, wishing he could crawl inside to see the little person inside, but there were no other switches on his dad, so the little guy could only suppress his curiosity and continue to look at his dad.

Winston, seeing the little guy tilting his head and observing him, couldn't help but pat him on the back and continue using the translation software:

"Baby, are you still feeling unwell?"

The cub paused for a moment, his little brain overheating and crashing, taking a long time to realize that his father was worried about him.

To others, the little guy seemed to be in a daze for a while before bursting into tears, saying that his head hurt, his stomach hurt, and he felt uncomfortable all over, and that he needed his dad to praise him to feel better.

But when the little guy got excited, he started talking in a loud, incoherent way, and the translation software only managed to recognize one thing after a long time:

Childish language detected.

Winston was amused by the little guy's antics, but judging from his movements, he roughly understood that the little guy was saying he was uncomfortable somewhere.

And seeing the cub growing weaker and crying in pain, he wanted to comfort him and tell him not to be so sad.

So when Winston saw the little guy holding his face and looking pitiful, his gaze fell on him, and he took the initiative to kiss the little guy's cheek.

The cub froze for a moment, then immediately covered its face and looked at its father in shock again.

This time, the little guy's mouth and eyes widened even more.

Because his mother rarely kissed him; she would only kiss his face and praise him as the cutest person in the world when he was exceptionally good.

Seeing the little guy's expression, Winston thought he was disgusted with him. Just as he was panicking, the little guy turned his face and pointed to the other side of his cheek:

"I want a kiss from Daddy too..."

Oh dear, he's so worried that his dad will refuse...

Winston, however, clearly went along with it and seemed to enjoy it.

He kissed his baby's face and then his baby's belly, wishing he could suck him from head to toe.

How can a child be so clingy? Just a little coaxing can make them stop feeling uncomfortable?

He didn't know that the child, who had never been treated with care, longed for his parents' definite and open love.

The little guy dreams of having a loved one who can spend a lot of time with him, someone who will fill his heart and eyes with love for him.

Only in that way will the little one not be all alone in the room every day, like a left-behind puppy, squatting at the door waiting for his mother's footsteps, from day to night.

Only in that way will he avoid going to the hospital for a checkup and being told by the doctor that he has developed autism and a tendency for language function to regress.

Winston came to his senses and saw that the black tusk had finally vomited up most of it.

The doctor quickly told the housekeeper to give the little guy some glucose water, otherwise, with such a fragile body, he was afraid the little guy wouldn't be able to withstand the high fever.

In this cramped room, several people working together couldn't find a proper space to move around freely.

This place is cramped even for a small child, let alone several adult men.

The medical equipment Winston had sent couldn't be brought in, so the doctor had to treat the little guy using the most primitive methods, cleaning the stains off his body while examining him.

The butler next to them was also constantly busy.

He kept getting water for the little guy, wiping his sweat, and helping the doctor feed him medicine.

Looking at it this way, Winston is the only one who gets in the way. Apart from providing emotional value, he's a grown man standing here and he's completely useless.

Later, the butler had no choice but to say to Winston:

"Sir, would you please leave first?"

Winston was about to reply, "How can a cub leave him?"

But as soon as the little one turned around, he hugged his mother's clothes and fell asleep again.

Looking at his empty arms, Winston could only retreat and stand at the door watching the butler carefully feed the cub water and hold him comfortably, patting his back.

It seems like he's completely useless as a new dad.

He arrived too late before and didn't participate in the cub's life, and it's the same now; he hasn't become an indispensable person to the cub.

He stood there for a while, and seeing that the little guy had settled down and his fever had subsided, he turned around and went out to have a smoke.

But as soon as he got downstairs and lit a cigarette, the doctor upstairs called him.

Winston could only put out his cigarette and rush upstairs.

But as soon as Winston opened the door, he saw that the puppy, who had been sleeping peacefully in the butler's arms, had opened its eyes. Its dark eyes were blinking rapidly, and a tear still clung to its eyelashes. It looked even more pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.

The little guy stared intently at the doorway until Winston appeared, then immediately opened his arms towards him.

"Dad, Dad..."