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

Wu Yaochen looked at the cub, then at Winston beside him. How could he not know the value of this manor? He had also vaguely heard about those upper-class people.

He understood that the best and happiest life was for the little guy to be taken care of by Winston.

At least Winston will ensure the cubs have enough to eat and wear for the rest of their lives.

Compared to Winston, Wu Yaochen is simply incomparable.

He had thought he could save the little guy, and give him the love of the only family member besides his mother...

But it turns out he wasn't the only one.

He arrived too late, missing the best opportunity. He didn't appear when the little guy needed help the most, and now that he's here, he's become superfluous.

Moreover, he can't even solve the little guy's illness now.

He's a good but useless uncle.

Even the little guy's nightmares couldn't be soothed.

When he was little, his older sister would hold him and easily drive away the shadows of his nightmares...

Wu Yaochen couldn't help but think this way.

He had originally hoped to bring the cub home or get close to it, but now, Wu Yaochen no longer dared to hope for such things.

Now all he wants is for the little one to be alright.

At least, he could still look at Wu Tu with a glance, unlike himself ten years later, who hadn't done anything he deeply regretted. He wouldn't be forced to hide in a dark corner, secretly watching Wu Tu grow up and compete, yet having no face to appear before him.

Thinking about this, Wu Yaochen could only say:

"If the cub doesn't want to see me, then I'll leave."

Wu Yaochen's arrogance, which he had previously displayed, was completely shed in front of the cub.

Because the cub was his only and closest relative.

So even if the cub rejects him or hates him, Wu Yaochen can only revolve around the little guy.

This is his sister's only child, and from now on, it will be his only child.

Seeing Wu Yaochen looking so pitiful as he was about to leave, the little guy softened.

He knew that his mother was missing Wu Yaochen.

But a baby who makes his mother cry is a bad baby.

The cub thought for a while with its little head, and remembering its mother's reluctance, it still reached out its hand to Wu Yaochen.

Wu Yaochen paused for a moment, then slowly walked over and lowered his head.

The little guy imitated his mother's technique, gently stroking Wu Yaochen's head.

As Wu Yaochen felt the gentle pressure on his head, tears streamed down his face without him even realizing it.

Even though the crow is still in darkness itself, it always thinks of others.

Looking at the little black cat, Winston felt that while the little guy was kind and gentle, he would rather he were a little selfish and self-serving.

At least this way, the little guy won't suffer so much.

Winston's expression grew even colder as he thought about this.

He didn't need to give Wu Yaochen a friendly look, because Wu Yaochen was also one of the people who caused the hardship of Wu Tu and her son's lives.

Moreover, for Winston, only the little guy was important. If it weren't for the cub's illness, he would never have let the little guy see Wu Yaochen.

These people are not worthy of being related to his children by blood.

Even though Wu Yaochen stood at the door, craning his neck in anticipation, he still didn't see the cub.

However, after seeing the cub, Wu Yaochen made up his mind.

He cut off financial support to his family, intending to leave his mean-spirited older sister to fend for herself. He also wanted to leave his current company to work near the little guy.

Even just being able to silently protect the cubs is enough.

Winston carried the little guy home. Looking at the exhausted little creature, he thought for a moment, picked up the cub, and drove to the largest church in the vicinity.

Winston originally did not believe in anything related to ghosts or spirits.

But when all medicine is ineffective, even Winston will pray to the gods and Buddhas, just so that the little guy will be safe and sound.

Winston prayed with utmost devotion before the cross for the first time:

"I know I have committed grave sins. If there are any negative consequences, I will bear them alone and not involve my family or my children."

"Because I am destined for hell, every soul I have killed can come to me to pay for my sins. As long as my children are healthy and safe, I am willing to atone for my sins."

Winston's sincerity made a woman who had followed him in burst into laughter.

The woman laughed so hard she almost fell over, and looked at Winston:

"I never imagined that you would be so devout and so terrified. I thought I had given birth to a monster, little Aiden."

Winston lowered his head, not wanting to pay attention to the woman.

But the woman swayed over to Winston and sat down.

Even though the woman is now in her forties, she looks no different from a twenty-year-old girl. She is well-maintained, with a pair of alluring red lips that exude maturity and indescribable charm.

But as the woman sat down next to Winston, intending to close her eyes and pray, her dress seemed to be tugged by something.

The woman lowered her head and met the gaze of the tiny child, who was being held tightly in Winston's arms, wrapped up in his coat, with only his small face showing.

The little guy is having nightmares so often that he sometimes can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. He's so scared that he's clinging to Winston even tighter.

The cub almost grew onto its father's body. Once its father was out of its sight, it would immediately curl up and try to become the most inconspicuous, transparent mushroom.

He didn't want to be noticed by others, nor did he want to interact with other people.

The cub felt it was its own fault that its mother left and it couldn't go home.

So he wanted to disappear, to become transparent.

After learning what the little guy was thinking, Winston never let the cub leave his arms again.

Moreover, the father sat in the church praying for a long time, so long that the cubs got sleepy, so he curled up into a small ball and dozed off without attracting the woman's attention.

Like a baby kangaroo nestled in its parent's arms.

The little guy woke up after the woman appeared and made a sound, and then stared at her with curious eyes.

"Oh dear...where did this child come from?" the woman exclaimed in surprise. "Winston, this fragile, genetically inferior child...is he not your son?"

"Although he's quite cute..." the woman said, reaching out to pinch the cub's cheek.

Winston slapped the woman's hand away: "Helena!"

Winston's attitude towards women was indeed not good; in fact, it could be described as cold.

"Oh dear... why are you being so mean to your mother? Winston, you have such a handsome face, but you're not a gentleman at all."

Helena shook off Winston's forceful shove, lowered her head, and continued to play with the child as if nothing had happened.

Her attitude was as if she had seen some cute kitten or puppy and felt a little tempted to tease it.

"Look, Winston is so fierce, don't follow him... He looks like he's going to eat children."

The cub believed everything he heard. He looked at his father in disbelief. Although shocked, the little guy was still very serious and struggled with the decision, his eyes welling up with tears.