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

Wu Tu wanted to speak and try to hold her father's hand even tighter, but he was too weak to open his mouth.

It's so cold...

Just as the little black rabbit was about to close its eyes, Winston had already sensed the little guy's feelings.

As he called for the doctor, he kept gently shaking his body and calling to him:

"Baby, don't sleep."

"Don't sleep. Daddy's waiting for you to come home together. Don't fall asleep!"

Although Wutu was physically exhausted, his mind was still working:

what……

Great.

The black cat's thoughts, unable to move, were now focused on only one idea.

It's so wonderful to have met my dad.

……

Wu Tu didn't even know when she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Fortunately, he woke up.

Winston hired top-tier medical resources at great expense, and the thick stack of bills saved Wu Tu's life and are slowly helping him recover.

In other words, Winston could afford such expenses.

Winston signed the bill without hesitation or burden; in his eyes, no amount of wealth was more important than his children.

He stayed by Wutu's side the whole time.

When the black wretch opened its eyes, the first person it saw was Winston.

It's Dad.

The little guy managed to speak, then gave a smile:

"dad."

papa.

Regardless of whether they share a common language, people of every race use a common symbol when it comes to the terms for their parents.

This symbol is another interpretation of calling for happiness.

Therefore, the black rabbit's happiness rested in his hands.

Winston gently kissed the black rabbit's outstretched palm before saying firmly:

"Dad is here."

Winston had imagined many times what kind of scene it would be in when the little guy called him "Dad," how he would react, whether he would be more moved or more emotional.

But he didn't expect that he would hear the little guy call him "Dad" in this situation and under these circumstances.

Winston practically gave the black clown a second life.

He lifted the black rabbit in the long river of death, and also welcomed its rebirth.

Looking at his father, who was reaching out to him in the sunlight, Wu Tu thought from the bottom of his heart, if only he could forget everything that had happened before, he could walk in the sunlight with peace of mind and accept the love of his father and family.

But his scars simply hid quietly and didn't flare up.

If he gets through this time, then next time, and the time after that, one day, Wu Tu will push away all the people who love him.

So the little guy's second sentence, while he was still in a good mood, was a question he asked his father:

"Can I talk to that therapist I saw last time? I want to get treatment."

"Dad, thank you for loving me."

"So I want to live."

Because Winston held him so firmly, clinging to him even unto death, the black clown finally gained enough courage.

He also wanted to reciprocate Winston's heavy, unwavering love.

A good child will never let those who love him give unconditionally.

Winston patted his head and readily agreed.

"Okay, but you were diagnosed by a psychologist before, now you need a therapist."

I do know this guy, the psychologist.

Previously, when the little guy felt very distressed and wanted to commit suicide, he secretly searched online and found that psychological counselors were very expensive, costing several hundred yuan per hour.

So the little guy was actually a bit nervous.

Won't this be too expensive and put a burden on Dad?

If Wutu weren't so young and inexperienced, if he had known to take out his clothes and everyday belongings and search them, he would have discovered that Winston had already spent a considerable amount of money on him.

He couldn't make a profit even if he sold ten.

Wu Tu had absolutely no idea how much wealth his family actually possessed.

He hesitated for a long time before finally grabbing his father's sleeve:

"Seeing a doctor is very expensive... Dad has already spent a lot of money on me. Actually, I can take some medicine myself."

Just moments ago, Wu Tu was thinking about curing the illness, but suddenly her greedy side kicked in, and she felt that she could also defeat the disease through willpower.

Winston had no idea where the little guy got his idea from, since he hadn't seen firsthand what kind of life the little guy had lived before.

Even though he now has a father who loves and cares for him, Wutu doesn't want to complain to his father about the abuse and injustice he suffered before.

It's not that he doesn't feel wronged; he just doesn't want to tell others about the unpleasant things his family went through.

Even if his family members really don't love him and treat him badly.

But Wu Tu still held onto a faint hope.

Because parents are not born loving their children, while children always love their parents unconditionally and instinctively.

Even if their parents have hurt them a thousand times over.

Those are abilities that children are born with.

So Winston was unaware that his children had not only lacked substantial financial support, but had also never experienced the happiness of ordinary life.

Before receiving his father's love, the little black crow only had three sets of clothes and very little luggage.

A newly issued school uniform, a set of old clothes that his younger brother gave him, and a sweater that he had worn for three years and was now faded and frayed.

In the past, during winter, he would have to plunge his hands into the icy water to wash vegetables, cook, and do laundry. Because he didn't have warm cotton-padded clothes, he could only wrap his grandmother's thin clothes under his coat, wearing many layers to make himself look bulky, in order to get a little bit of warmth.

He was very curious at the time why the other children in the school were not cold even though they only wore a down jacket, and their little faces were all rosy and full of life.

Now Wutu understands that there really are clothes that only require one layer to keep you warm.

So even if Winston tells the kids now that our family is rich, really rich, how much property he owns, and how much he plans to transfer to Ulva, the little guy is completely confused and doesn't understand at all.

He doesn't have a concept of having a lot of money.

Finally, the little guy was only allowed to see a therapist after Winston repeatedly assured him that everything would be fine and the family wouldn't go bankrupt.

But when the little guy saw the price list hanging outside the private studio, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, counted it many times, and made sure there were five zeros on it.

"dad!"

The little guy was so scared that he could walk on his own without a wheelchair.

He suddenly realized that his aches and pains were nothing serious!

"Dad, let's go home. I'm really cured."

Winston couldn't believe it: "How is that possible?"

The black cat was so anxious it almost jumped up, afraid Winston would take the card and swipe it when he wasn't looking. It hopped around Winston like a little grasshopper, saying in a voice twice as loud as usual:

"My illness was cured by being scared!"