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

Winston tried to comfort him, but instead heard the little guy looking like he was about to die a heroic death:

"It's okay, it's okay... Daddy can eat... but only a little, it doesn't taste good to baby."

"Baby, baby is plain, it's not good. Let's go eat Kailan, Kailan is strawberry flavored."

Is it because Kaylan has red hair?

Unexpectedly, the little guy also has the habit of sacrificing his brothers to the heavens when faced with difficulties.

"Pfft!"

Helena couldn't help but laugh after hearing this; how could this child be so cute and funny?

She pinched the little one's cheek: "Sweetie, look what flavor Grandma's is!"

My child has never met anyone of the "grandmother" generation before.

He thought the world only consisted of "Dad", "Mom", and baby.

However, since the housekeeper had just explained to the little guy that his older brother and sister were born to their father.

So the little guy turned to look at his dad again:

"Dad, did you give birth to Grandma too? Can you give me another mom?"

Winston: ...

Helena laughed so hard she didn't even notice the wrinkles on her face.

She kissed the little guy right on the cheek:

"Sweetie, Grandma loves you. Come play with Grandma."

The cub clung to its father's clothes, shaking its head.

"Invite Dad to play with us, don't isolate him, Dad isn't disliked..."

Helena Rubinstein's lipstick was still on the little guy's face, and seeing this, she felt an urge to bite him.

"Honey, don't worry, your dad is just that kind of clueless guy. Don't fret about him."

Helena said, and was about to carry out her idea.

Before she could even get close to the cub, Winston blocked her way.

Seeing Winston protecting the cubs like a goose flapping its wings, one could see that Winston was protecting the cubs so much.

Helena found it even more novel:

"Good heavens, Winston, how did you become such an anxious, insecure new father?"

The more he acted like this, the more Helena wanted to snatch him away.

She was the only one who dared to challenge Winston, even though she currently held no real power within the family, only assets abroad.

After Winston became the head of the family, he completely stripped her of her authority, but just because she was the previous head of the family and the mother of the current head, Helena could still do whatever she wanted.

Although Winston had no feelings for her, he spared her life and tacitly allowed her to live.

Perhaps it was because of the protection he received as a child that Winston didn't go through with the killing.

Even when Winston seized power, Winston, his brother, and their mother Helena fought each other to the death.

But perhaps, since they both stabbed each other in the back, they're even now.

Helena felt that she might have been born without a heart or emotions, only craving power, so her son Winston also became a monster.

Helena accepted it readily and felt there was nothing wrong with it.

Power is the best tonic for women.

She's still thinking about ousting Winston and taking his place.

So the appearance of this child was also a surprise to Helena.

The cub was indeed unlike any child Winston could have conceived. It was small and soft, with a kitten-like brain and a soft, sweet voice, completely different from Winston when he was a child, and also different from Richard and the others.

Sure enough, this must be a tiny doll that Winston secretly commissioned.

Because the descendants of the Winston family are all like Winston: cold, hard, rigid, and profit-driven.

How could it suddenly change sex and appear as a small glutinous rice ball that is white inside and out?

But the little guy was so cute, so cute that Helena felt it didn't matter whether he was Winston's child or not.

She could be the child's grandmother, or she could adopt the little one directly. She knew at a glance that they were destined for each other... If she died, leaving all her inheritance to him wouldn't be a problem.

As long as he stays this cute, that's fine.

Helena, taking advantage of Winston's inattention, finally snatched the cub away.

The little guy, lifted up by the armpits, kicked his legs twice in the air.

Winston was about to say, "Don't hurt the cubs," when Helena had already skillfully taken the baby into her arms.

She gently cradled the little one's head and bottom, and with her other hand, she tickled the little one's chin, making the little one squint and look on with an expression of enjoyment.

Perhaps the way Helena held the baby was so comfortable for him that he fell asleep in her arms after only a short while.

Winston looked at Helena in surprise.

He hadn't expected Helena to be so good at taking care of children.

Helena smiled, revealing a gentle smile:

"I took care of you and your brother for the first few months after you were born. How could I be more clumsy than you?"

"But you, Winston, you have five kids and you're still acting like a new dad. What? Do you think we'll praise your mercy if you spare our lives?"

"No, Winston, you shouldn't do this. You either have to turn everyone away from you, or be thoroughly gentle."

"Otherwise, these children will hate you when they grow up."

Winston didn't answer; it seemed as if he was getting to know the woman in front of him for the first time.

He seemed to never understand her.

Helena also wouldn't let him understand her.

While Winston was still in a daze, Helena, holding the cub, said naturally:

"I'm taking him to the old house. Do you want to come along?"

Today, the Winston family is having a public gathering, which is why Helena came all the way from abroad to cause trouble for Winston as soon as she landed.

As soon as Helena finished speaking, she ignored Winston's reply and continued to walk away with the cub in her arms, leaving Winston alone in front of her.

The assistant beside him hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, Winston hurriedly chased after him, disregarding the fact that he was wearing a suit and trench coat.

"Bring the car over here quickly!"

Winston was genuinely afraid of what Helena might do to the cubs. Would that heartless woman harm the cubs or threaten him with their lives?

Winston immediately called Helena, even considering how much of his personal assets he could transfer to her in exchange for the cubs.

But Helena simply tossed her phone aside and said to the sleeping little angel in her arms:

"I didn't expect your father to be so worried about you..."

"It seems you're his weakness..."

Helena muttered to herself and laughed, but she kept her car moving at a steady speed, never thinking of shaking off Winston, nor did she do anything to harm the cubs.

Helena only intended to hold the cubs ahead of time and help Winston announce their existence to the outside world.

After all, if Winston cares so much about this child, he shouldn't be hesitant; he should love him firmly.

It's because Winston didn't express his love enough that the little guy lacked security, had nightmares, and blamed himself.

Helena directed the butler to drive smoothly back to the old house where many people had already gathered.

All the reporters present were very excited when they saw Helena Rubinstein's car parked outside.