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

Winston covered the cub's ears and looked over coldly:

"You're too noisy, Kaylan."

"This will disturb your brother's rest."

Kaylan was shocked: "This is really your child?! Didn't you say you wouldn't let them use your genetic material anymore?"

Richard was shocked: "What? He's a boy?!"

Winston looked at the two incredibly excited children in front of him and tightened his grip on the little guy's ears.

So the little guy just stared blankly at his two handsome older brothers, who both looked utterly devastated.

The cubs were protected by their father, and could only see their faces through the crook of his arms.

The loud doubts and rebukes reminded the cub of the memory of being alone and threatened by the garbage in the slums.

The little guy curled up involuntarily, his body trembling slightly.

Because he was always so quiet, Winston didn't notice anything amiss with the little guy.

It wasn't until the butler arrived and calmed the two panicked individuals that Winston realized the little guy was unusually quiet.

Winston touched the little guy's forehead, observing his somewhat unfocused pupils:

"baby?"

The cub knows that his father is calling him, and "baby" is a lovely name that his father gave him, belonging to him.

But the cub doesn't want to answer his father; he just wants to hide himself.

So Winston could only anxiously carry the little guy to the bedroom, and after watching him return to his familiar territory, he immediately retreated back into the closet.

Like a little human-machine interface that has triggered some program.

This time, even with Winston watching him from outside, he kept the closet door tightly shut.

Seeing this, Winston could only sit down against the wardrobe door and gently say to the cub:

"Sweetie, Daddy's waiting for you outside."

Richard and Kaylan were unaware of what had happened. They couldn't understand why the cub was reacting so strongly and so fragilely, bursting into tears at the slightest provocation.

Seeing this, the butler sighed:

"These are words I shouldn't be saying, but..."

"I can't take it anymore..."

The butler told Richard and Kaylan about the little guy's past.

When they heard that the little guy now only trusts Winston, is resistant to everyone else, and has some autistic tendencies, they couldn't help but show surprised expressions.

Richard and his family all believed that all those with the Winston family bloodline were physically strong, had powerful genetic sequences, and were exceptionally gifted.

Even in childhood, their intelligence and talent are already evident, their physical fitness is excellent, and they will not have any fragile psychological problems.

The cubs didn't sound like Winston's children at all.

He was frail and delicate, like a flower in a greenhouse, needing to be indulged and cared for.

It seems that if you just touch him, he will spoil and wither.

Richard thought of the crow's tears.

His thoughts were inevitably somewhat confused:

Is this what a naturally born, delicate, ordinary child looks like?

Is he the only outlier in the alpha race who needs everyone's careful protection and meticulous care?

However, when they thought of how soft and cuddly the little guy had been just now, quietly shedding tears even when he was frightened, Richard and Kaylan felt a slight ripple in their hearts.

"Taking care of him is no problem..." Kaylan hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say this, "After all, I'm the older brother."

Richard coldly replied, "I am his elder brother."

Kaylan: "What's there to be so proud of? The cub was definitely scared by you just now. He's so timid, he'll never call you 'brother' again!"

Richard was taken aback by Kaylan's words.

He paused for a moment before stammering:

"But, but..."

Richard just wanted to take care of him.

Taking care of that tiny little guy, who looks like a kitten with big eyes and a small mouth.

Take care of the cub who showed concern for him from the very first meeting and walked toward him without hesitation.

Richard felt that they might have met in a past life, and that they were family members whose souls were already familiar with each other.

Otherwise, how could Richard have felt the urge to protect a strange cub at first glance?

He looked up at the room upstairs, and for the first time, he wanted to make amends for something.

……

Winston upstairs has already consulted a psychologist.

The psychologist told him that the cub was too young for treatment or medication.

What he needs is the love and companionship of his family.

"Who are the baby's relatives? Besides the father, are there any others? You need to build the baby's confidence and tell him that there are many people in this world who love him. Let him make more friends and family, and he will become more cheerful."

"Children who are loved will naturally be confident because they have a sense of self-assurance."

Winston carefully noted down the doctor's advice.

So when Winston knocked on the closet door again, he asked the cub:

"Sweetie, may Daddy come in?"

Fortunately, the little guy didn't reject Winston.

Even if Ulva is in a bad mood, he will still allow Winston to enter his secret base.

Unfortunately, Winston's wardrobe was too small, because he had a whole dressing room next door.

Most of Winston's clothes are next door; this room only contains the clothes his butler has chosen for him to wear the next day.

Normally, Winston hadn't noticed the wardrobe's flaws.

However, Winston now has a bunch of suggestions for revisions popping into his head.

But he can't change the wardrobe now, so he can only squeeze in, feeling restricted.

Once inside, he had to hold the cub tightly so that there would be enough space.

The father and son were huddled together inside.

But the little guy didn't whine or complain of being uncomfortable.

He's like a kitten; he loves crowded places, and especially loves tight hugs.

After a long while, in the darkness, Winston heard the cub's heartbeat gradually synchronize with his own.

He finally understood why the little guy liked to stay in the closet.

Such a closed, quiet space can indeed give people a sense of security and help them calm down.

He seemed to understand the little guy's previous loneliness and helplessness, and he could imagine how such a small child could desperately shrink into the closet, as if hiding in his last defense, futilely trying to escape.

Winston clenched his fists, but soon he found meaning in the warmth of the child in his arms.

Winston is here because he loves the crow.

So Winston rarely said anything to tease the little guy:

"Honey, you look like I've squashed you, what should I do?"

"Ah!" The little one exclaimed, covering his mouth in surprise. "Does that mean I'll turn into a flat little cookie?!"

Winston laughed.

His chin rested on the cub's head, and the breath flowing from his chest was right next to the little guy's ear, so Wutu was quite certain that the father smiled.

The little guy heard his father say with a smile:

"Baby, you're about to step out of the closet. Daddy will reshape you and make you round again."