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

Richard and Kalan, who were standing at the door, were both very dissatisfied.

Kaylan: "Why?! Just because of his face? My eyes are blue too, and my hair is red! Lots of people say my hair color is pretty! Why won't you sleep with me, baby?"

Richard: "...I did everything first...how come Cyrus got it all?"

Lilith, standing nearby, snorted, feeling ostracized simply because she was a girl and couldn't sleep with her younger brother. Next time Wu Xiaotu fell into her hands, she'd make sure the little one wore a dress!

Cyrus was also not used to being in the same room with Winston.

He resembled Winston in appearance, and even his aloof personality was exactly the same as Winston's.

But the little guy's pitiful look softened his attitude a bit.

He followed the father and son stiffly, like a hostage held hostage by his cubs, until he finally stood beside Winston's bed.

Winston coaxed the baby to sleep in the bed and not always crawl into the closet.

So the little guy pulled his dad's hand and put it on his back, then turned around and pulled Cyrus's hand and put it on his stomach, so that the two of them could pat him together.

Cyrus breathed a huge sigh of relief upon seeing this.

He was really worried that the cub would want him to lie down on Winston's bed.

He likes cubs, but he dislikes Winston.

It feels like Cyrus is currently experiencing a conflict in its underlying code, constantly switching between feelings of excitement and disgust.

Winston, on the other hand, only let the little guy lie in bed, also because Winston lacked experience.

The little guy is so small, he's worried about what he might do if he accidentally crushes him.

Sometimes he would put the little guy on the ground, and the little guy would like to follow him around, and he was always worried that the little guy would step on him.

Not to mention now, the little guy's nose is still a bit big, and Winston can cover most of the little guy's back with one big hand.

So Winston could only stand stiffly by the bedside, gently patting the little one, the gentle, slow rhythm helping the cub slowly drift off to sleep.

The cub seemed to feel incredibly happy, and he was even afraid that it was all an illusion.

So even when sleepiness came over him, he insisted on not falling asleep. His little head was nodding off, and his eyes kept closing, but he still struggled to look at his father and his older brothers and sisters in front of him.

Until Winston coaxed him again:

"Go to sleep, Daddy's here."

The little guy then closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

The cub slept for an unknown amount of time, so long that Winston was the only one left in the room.

In the stillness of the night, Winston sat on the edge of the bed, facing the blue light emanating from the screen, his face cold.

But when the little guy had a nightmare, suddenly kicked his legs a few times, and started whimpering and crying, Winston immediately got up and looked at the little guy nervously.

When he discovered the cubs crying in their dreams, Winston was at a loss for what to do.

He had sworn never to see the little one shed another tear, yet Winston had absolutely no clue how to deal with the little one's nightmares.

So Winston had to make an emergency call to the doctor at night.

The doctor came over carrying medical equipment and sighed, "I'm almost becoming a pediatrician."

Winston said, "You can transfer, and I'll give you more bonuses and full funding to study pediatric medicine."

Doctor: "Stop. Don't try to tempt me with money anymore."

Actually, he was just complaining. Even if Winston didn't pay, the doctor would still come to check on the cubs from time to time.

After taking care of the little one for a long time, the way he looks every time he sees the doctor is quite amusing.

Even though he became the person the little guy feared most, the doctor still couldn't help but want to tease him every time he saw him.

This has led to the little one developing a habit where, whenever he sees a doctor, he turns around, buries his face in his father's arms, and murmurs, "Baby isn't here..."

But the doctor would still grab the little one's chubby feet and say, "Oh dear, whose foot is this?"

At this moment, the cub is still making its last struggle. It doesn't yet realize that the feet in front of it are its own, so it shakes its head, pulls at its socks, and shouts:

"It's not the baby's, it's not the baby's."

The doctor didn't show it on the surface, but in reality, the corners of his mouth under his mask were almost stretched to his ears.

The reason he didn't show his affection for the little one was that he felt it was necessary for him, as a doctor, to maintain his dignified professional image.

But when he heard Winston's urgent notification, he immediately got out of bed and worked overtime without complaint.

When the doctor saw the little guy crying in his sleep, with tears streaming down his face, he quickly woke him up.

The little guy was still dazed when he opened his eyes. It wasn't until he saw his father that he reached out his hand to him, crying pitifully as he said:

"Daddy... Waaah... Mommy, Mommy..."

When Winston heard the little guy mentioning his mother, he immediately knew something was wrong.

The little one probably had the same nightmare again, the nightmare of his mother leaving.

Even though the little one doesn't understand the meaning of his mother's death, the image of his mother in the car accident still left a mark on his heart.

But now, for some reason, it has erupted.

The cub's environment remained unchanged; he still lived in that small room, surrounded by his mother's presence. So even after his mother's death, she still provided him with a final protection.

But when Winston appeared and took the cub away, and when the cub finally had a loving family and a happy home again, the mother's protection completely disappeared.

The little one seemed to be plagued by a nightmare, crying all night long, and repeating the same nightmare every time he fell asleep at night.

So even if he's awake during the day, if the little guy hasn't slept well, he's completely listless and lethargic.

He looked even thinner; the little bit of weight Winston had managed to fatten him up had vanished immediately, leaving him even more emaciated.

Winston saw this and was very anxious.

Cyrus, standing next to him, was even more vocal, saying that he didn't want to go to school anymore and wanted to stay home with his younger brother.

Winston almost gave Cyrus a taste of what it meant for fatherly love to be like a landslide.

He had the butler send the other children to school before he could continue studying the cubs.

During this time, Winston tried everything: seeing doctors, staying with the cub 24 hours a day, and even asking Richard Kalan and the others to come back to the manor so that all the family members could stay with the cub.

But the cubs were still listless and couldn't eat much.

Winston was helpless; he was so worried about the cubs that he also became very haggard.

If it weren't for the butler looking after him, Winston probably wouldn't even have the energy to take care of himself.

The reliable housekeeper, seeing that the little guy had no appetite, specially invited a Chinese chef to come and cook the dishes he remembered.

When the cub smelled the familiar aroma of food, his eyes lit up, and he finished a bowl of rice, which was quite unusual for him.

Winston felt a glimmer of hope and immediately began thinking about ways to restore the cubs: