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

As an experienced butler, the butler immediately realized that something was wrong.

Because it was windy at night and the little guy wasn't feeling well, the heating in his room was on all the time, and the door was closed tighter than usual.

But just now, when the butler passed by the room where the black rabbit slept, looking for Winston, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the black rabbit's door was ajar.

Winston immediately understood the butler's expression. He got up immediately and rushed to the next room without a second's delay.

The floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the terrace were wide open, and snowflakes drifted in, landing in the empty room and revealing a lonely posture.

"Go find it quickly."

Winston wasn't angry or furious; in this critical moment, no emotion could solve the problem. As adult men, they could almost immediately understand what the little guy was up to.

The little guy wasn't even wearing a coat or shoes. Where was he going in this freezing world?

Winston's heart sank, but he didn't stop moving.

He quickly searched the entire room, trying to find clues as to how the little guy got out.

At this very moment, lights shone throughout the entire manor. The vast manor, which occupied almost the entire hillside, was brightly lit for the first time, all for one person.

All the servants, butlers, and security personnel were summoned and ordered to search for the gentle, lovely, and incredibly vulnerable young master from the East.

He was more amiable than anyone else in the Winston family, but there was always this feeling that he couldn't stay...

It turns out that wasn't a feeling.

Meanwhile, Richard had already retrieved the surveillance footage from the second-floor monitoring room and watched the little guy's journey from the monitor's perspective. He saw his slender figure appear in the lobby, and before leaving, the little guy took one last lingering look upstairs in the direction of Winston's room, before resolutely walking out.

Even though it's snowing heavily outside.

Even if there is no place called home outside.

The little guy also wandered aimlessly into the night, all alone.

The little guy's eyes were full of reluctance as he left.

But he didn't hesitate at all, and showed no intention of backing down.

Just how much pain was he in?

And how afraid is he of losing everything he has now?

He never looked back or pleaded again on that long road through the manor.

When frost and snow covered his hair, he was as beautiful as a snow fairy, but his beauty was fleeting.

They quickly disappeared without a trace into the twilight.

The little guy's last lonely figure was imprinted on Winston and Richard's hearts like a curse.

If something really happens to Wutu, they will never forget it, and they will never be able to forget it...

Countless flashlights illuminated the road outside the manor, and everyone was shouting and praying sincerely, hoping that the young master would be safe and sound.

After all, he was still such a young child.

I pray that God will bless him and prevent him from experiencing such terrible things, suffering, and wasting his life again.

The prayers grew louder and louder, but unfortunately, the weather turned against them, and the snow fell even deeper.

Winston's overcoat, which he hadn't had time to protect himself from, was covered in water from melting snow, but he didn't care at all.

His hair was half wet, and his usual impeccably composed demeanor had vanished. But when he brushed the blond hair from his forehead, the blue in his eyes was as cold as an glacier, yet burning with intense heat.

His usual domineering and controlling nature was fully exposed at this moment.

Without the black cat, he no longer needed to pretend to be gentle and reliable in front of children.

He said in a deep voice:

"A child who lies to his father is not a good child."

"My baby was bullied and forced by bad people, and did something wrong."

"I can forgive his minor mistakes, but bad people need to be punished."

"They will definitely pay the price."

Winston combed his hair back, and his powerful aura was almost intimidating.

The servants had not seen Mr. Winston in such a rage for a long time.

Unbeknownst to him, the black rabbit had long since become Winston's Achilles' heel, a treasure he was willing to cherish forever.

"My child..."

Winston wished he could take Crow's place and experience his pain. If he could, he would not hesitate to trade his own health for the little one's health, and his happiness for the little one's happiness.

He tried everything he could to keep the black rabbit.

But in the end, it still didn't work?

He didn't give enough; he hasn't been able to become a better father.

He failed to salvage the little guy's decaying soul.

Winston was incredibly calm and clear-headed at that moment.

He kept thinking about how the little guy was trying so hard to hide the signs of pain, as if he were possessed, as if he were obsessed...

I'm sorry, it's all Dad's fault, I'm so sorry...

Let's give Dad another chance...

Suddenly, a loud shout broke the tension.

"Found it!!!"

Winston immediately started running.

Richard followed closely behind, even though the roads were slippery on the snowy day and his wheelchair could be dangerous if it went too fast.

But at that moment, they couldn't care about anything else.

They saw it.

By the lake, the little one was soaking wet, his hair disheveled, pale and beautiful like a water ghost, being held tightly in the arms of a servant, kept warm with a thermal blanket.

I don't know why, maybe because the temperature was too low, the little guy was all white to the point of being almost transparent, except for his red lips.

The black is even blacker, and the red is even more vibrant.

But in this beautiful dance with death, Winston's first glance was at the black tusk's unfocused eyes.

Like an inanimate object.

There was no reaction to the outside world, no emotion whatsoever, and no joy at surviving a disaster.

Winston went over and caught the little guy. He hugged the little guy tightly, as if he wanted to meld him into his very bones.

"baby."

"Are you really not going to make it?"

Winston asked the black rabbit gently.

He hid all his emotions inside, looking tenderly at his child with boundless love, and asked with understanding:

"If I can't hold on any longer, Dad won't call an ambulance."

"Daddy will stay with you, okay? That way you won't be lonely. Daddy will always protect you."

"This is my promise, and it will never change, no matter what."

"forever."

Always. Forever.

The words, like a spell, seemed to awaken a sliver of consciousness in the black tusk.

He blinked slowly, his mind working sluggishly.

Did he fail to die?

Will he get criticized?

Every time I do something wrong, my mother's scolding immediately follows.

But this time, Wu Tu didn't hear a single word of rebuke. He was accompanied by his family, who stood firmly and unconditionally by his side.

And his father, who will always love him and accept all his choices.

Wu Tu coughed, his lungs burning like fire after being soaked in water, causing him immense pain.

But this time, he curled his fingers, just like the night he first met his father, and with all his might, he gripped Winston—no, he gripped his father's fingertips.