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

Looking at the little guy, Winston felt as if his heart had been gently punched, making a thud.

This was the first time Winston had experienced the power of blood ties.

When he held the little guy's hand and felt the baby's tiny hand gripping his finger tightly with all its might, desperately trying not to be separated from its father again, Winston felt an impulse for the first time.

He didn't want to... didn't want to be separated from his cubs again.

It was only when he picked up the black rabbit again that Winston felt a true blood connection.

His wandering soul finally found its perfect home in the little one.

"Daddy, don't go, baby doesn't want to be unwanted..."

The little guy tried desperately to hold on, even though his language had regressed. But at this moment, he kept repeating incoherently, over and over again, "Papa, Papa..."

He wanted to bury his face in Winston's arms, but was choked by the smell of smoke that Winston hadn't had time to brush off.

Winston immediately took off his vest, and in the dead of winter, he was holding the child in only a shirt.

But it was still incredibly warm in Dad's arms.

Winston looked at the quiet child nestled in his arms, no longer crying or making a fuss, and felt a mix of emotions.

The butler standing nearby couldn't help but say:

"The little guy trusts you and depends on you. He woke up immediately in our arms. When he realized it wasn't you holding him, he immediately looked for you everywhere."

Looking at the little guy, Winston felt a surge of tenderness that he found strange and intriguing.

"I want to protect him, but I also want to destroy him. He's so fragile; it feels like I could hurt him so easily... I don't know what to do..."

Winston was unusually hesitant and indecisive.

The butler replied:

"But you didn't do that."

"You've already come to regard him as an important treasure. You like him, want to cherish him, worry about him getting hurt, and fear that his life is fragile... that's why you have these thoughts."

"Sir, he exists in this world for you now. You are his only connection in this world."

You should cherish him.

Upon hearing this, Winston finally made up his mind.

After the little one woke up, Winston used translation software to speak to him:

"Your mother has something to do and needs to leave home temporarily, so she's leaving you with your father."

"Baby, would you like to come home with Daddy? Come home to Daddy's house and live with Daddy. Daddy will take care of you, Daddy swears."

The little black crow, though it didn't understand what death was, could read the sadness on Winston's face.

He had long known that his mother might never come back.

But will Dad be the same as Mom?

Will he love him like his mother does?

Will he continue to live the same life, locked in a small room every day, day after day?

Wu Tu turned its face away, behaving in a way that was quite ignorant for the first time.

He refused his father.

But Winston wasn't angry.

He knew that the cubs were so small that it would take time for them to accept certain things.

So Winston decided to stay here with the little guy.

But Winston is rich; he has no shortage of money and wouldn't hesitate to spend it on his cubs.

So Winston turned around and bought the whole building.

Although the little guy still stubbornly stayed in his room and wouldn't come out, at least there wouldn't be any more trash around him.

Moreover, Winston could simply wave his hand to have someone clean the room or a chef prepare a meal. He could even immediately invite a Vienna orchestra to perform there whenever he needed.

However, in front of the little one, Winston is still just an awkward new dad.

Moreover, the butler always had to return to the manor to handle affairs, and the doctor could only provide medical resources. Even though Winston hired a nanny, the only person he could provide for the child was Winston.

Therefore, only he can break down the cub's defenses.

But no matter how he tried to persuade him, the little guy was like a puppy afraid of everything outside, only able to curl up in the territory his mother had designated for him.

As soon as the little guy hears the servants' footsteps outside, he immediately curls up in the closet. Only when Winston looks for him will he peek out with his eyes, looking at him timidly and expectantly.

Upon seeing the little guy's reaction, Winston's first reaction wasn't anger, but rather heartache.

He couldn't imagine what kind of threats and intimidation the little guy had encountered when he was alone, that would frighten him so much that he would shrink into the closet at the sound of footsteps.

Like a stray kitten that has been repeatedly hurt, it can only awkwardly raise its guard to protect its tiny self.

But as soon as Winston's footsteps are heard, the little guy can immediately recognize them and will inadvertently leave a trace of himself so that his father can find him.

This is the little guy, willing to believe in someone else's little bit of hope again.

Winston persisted, patiently searching for the black clown time and time again.

This was the first time he had ever been so patient with someone.

Seeing that the cub's condition was improving and that it could eat and drink milk normally, Winston asked someone to prepare milk for it and bring it over.

Who knew the little guy wouldn't drink it?

Winston thought there was a problem, but the little guy took a cup out of the cupboard, poured out half of the milk, and handed it to his father.

Winston thought it was his son being filial, so he told the little guy, "Daddy won't drink it, you drink it yourself."

But the cubs still wouldn't move.

It wasn't until Winston let the little one listen to his tummy and made sure his dad wasn't hungry that the little one felt at ease holding his milk and slowly drinking it.

It turns out that Wu Tu was afraid that his father would drink his milk again.

Winston: ...

It feels like he suddenly turned into a bad guy.

However, once the cubs were full, there wasn't enough room for them.

The child would lift up his clothes and let his father smell them.

"Does the baby smell good?"

Winston didn't understand, and he didn't know how to answer.

But when the cubs don't have their fathers to respond, they'll smell themselves and then say:

"Baby stinks, baby stinks."

Winston paused for a moment before realizing that the little guy wanted to take a bath.

Winston carried the little one into the bathroom and then studied the discarded, old showerhead for a long time.

Even Winston was helpless against this dilapidated state.

In the end, Winston had no choice but to turn to his butler for help.

The butler chatted on and on for a while, even reminding Winston to be careful not to let the little guy catch a cold, before hanging up the phone.

After Winston had filled the tub with hot water, he picked up the naked baby and put him in the bathtub.

The little guy was too young before, and his mother didn't have time to take him for a bath, so he had never even been in a bathtub.

So when the little guy saw such a big tank of water, he was instinctively scared.

He immediately grabbed Winston's arm tightly, unwilling to fall into the water.

When Winston put him down, he tucked his short toes in and then lifted them up again, refusing to touch a drop of water.

Just like kittens that resist taking a bath.