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

He soothed the little one and then loosened his grip on his wrist.

The next second, Kailan was sanctioned again.

He sat obediently on the sofa like a big red dog, neither speaking nor moving.

Perhaps because he looked so pitiful, the little guy actually leaned over and hooked his little hand around Kailan's finger.

Although Kylan is still young, he has already set his sights on being an athlete. He takes great care of his hands and shoulders, which are used for pitching, and he doesn't allow anyone to touch his left hand and left shoulder.

But now, when the little guy holds his hand and touches the calluses on his hand, Kailan can only stand frozen in place, letting him stroke it as he pleases.

From Kailan's perspective, the cub appears small and round, even the back of its head is round.

When the little one lowers his head, his chubby cheeks become more prominent, along with his slightly upturned chin...

Kalan took a deep breath to control her emotions and avoid frightening the cubs again.

His mind was almost blank, as if it had been attacked by a virus called "Cub," with only one thought in his head:

Why is his whole body round?

Kalan couldn't help but reach out and grasp the little guy's five round, short fingers.

The cub chuckled twice, its head pricking against the calluses in Kailan's hands, but the little guy found the sensation quite novel.

In short, Winston's house was far more colorful and diverse than that dark and cramped room.

The cub already felt so happy, so incredibly happy...

He's so happy now, but what about his mother?

Why can't his mother be with him and experience this happy moment?

After receiving immense happiness, the little one's emotions are often suppressed by a strange sense of guilt.

Because he couldn't accept that he could be so happy after his mother left.

Doesn't that mean abandoning your mother?

The little guy's gaze suddenly became somewhat blank.

Kailan looked at the little guy, not knowing what he was thinking, but felt a softening in her heart.

He was about to continue playing the victim to get the little guy closer, but when he looked up, he was met with Cyrus and Lilith's faces, which were very close together.

They stood almost head to head behind the cub, their eyes fixed on it.

Even when they were very close, that face, which resembled Winston's by about 50-60%, was still quite formidable.

However, the look in their eyes, like a lion observing its prey or a fragile yet exquisite doll reflected in glass, was still somewhat frightening.

Moreover, under the light, their eyes almost turned into the vertical pupils of beasts.

He looks like a monster driven solely by instinct and obsessive emotions.

At this moment, they had already set their sights on their most desired treasure.

Cyrus and Lilith are truly in sync when they work together.

For example, right now, the two of them are speaking in unison, whispering:

"Oh my god..." "Kalan, where did you find this cub?" "It's so cute." "Can we keep it?"

The little guy turned his head and met Cyrus and Lilith, who looked about five or six points like Winston.

It was like seeing my father shrinking down to his younger self.

The cub momentarily forgot its fear and couldn't help but stare at them curiously, glancing at its older siblings one moment and then back at its father the next, as if it couldn't understand how two such similar people could suddenly appear.

Moreover, they don't look much older than the cubs; they are the older brothers and sisters the cubs feel closer to.

When the brother and sister saw the little guy's face, they were so excited that they even held their breath.

Sure enough, not only did they share similar genes, but everyone in their family also had remarkably similar tastes.

The little guy was a bit startled by their gazes, turned around and ran away, quickly finding his father and reaching out for him to hold him.

It seems that he wouldn't be threatened or hurt when he was in his father's arms.

As long as the cub is in Winston's arms, it will not feel fear.

Winston was his safe haven.

Cyrus hesitated as he watched the little guy rely on Winston.

But considering that their family probably wouldn't have such a soft, clingy cub, Cyrus still asked:

"Whose child is this?"

Judging from his tone, it seemed he really wanted to abduct the little guy, preferably to hide him away, like he had kept his previous collections, placing him in a beautiful environment.

However, Winston certainly knew Cyrus, and he immediately replied:

"He is your brother, and he is my child."

Winston's endorsement is tantamount to asserting his sovereignty over others.

He rarely takes the initiative to acknowledge anyone's identity.

Even so, Cyrus was still somewhat unwilling to give up, and he tried to negotiate using benefits:

"Do you want to have another child with black hair? I can raise this one; I won't compete with you for the position of family head."

Sure enough, Winston, as a father, didn't enjoy the happiness of family life; instead, he was trapped in this atmosphere of fathers parting and sons laughing every day.

Cyrus could even utter such anti-heavenly words, and of course, he did even more outrageous things when he was a child.

For example, burning Winston's clothes, tearing the house apart fifty times, putting bugs in Lilith's hair...

Even their godmother said that Cyrus and Lilith were ambitious and unruly children.

However, Winston wasn't angry, perhaps because he was already used to it.

Perhaps because their family was in a state of conflict between father and son, Winston simply stroked the little guy's nape while refusing Cyrus's advances.

"No, you can have your own when you grow up."

Cyrus shook his head, thinking that such an adorable little kitty must be extremely rare.

His expression truly showed regret, as if he wished he could replace Winston right now.

Cyrus isn't very old, and he has a face that looks remarkably like Winston's. The cubs find his serious expression particularly intriguing.

It was as if he had seen a miniature version of his father in front of him.

So gradually, the little guy stopped finding Cyrus scary.

For the first time, he reached out to anyone other than Winston, asking for a hug.

Immediately, the faces of everyone, including Winston, turned grim.

Cyrus didn't care about any of that. He paused for a moment, then picked up the cub.

But the cub, nestled in Cyrus's arms, couldn't help but turn back to look at its father.

Seeing Winston go to get the cub's blanket instead of holding the cub, the cub couldn't help but get anxious and wanted to go back to its father's arms.

But when the little guy goes back, he'll see a shrunken version of his father looking at him empty-handed...

The little guy kept asking them to hold him several times. In the end, they weren't tired, but they were. They could only reach out, one hand holding Cyrus and the other holding his dad who was holding him.

In short, he wants both "fathers".

After hesitating for a long time, the little guy actually chose to be greedy just this once.

Because the little one clung tightly to Cyrus, Cyrus had no choice but to go with Winston when he carried the cub back to his room to rest.