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

After hearing what his subordinate said, Morin began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

The subordinates beside him hadn't noticed how bad Morin's expression was, nor did they know it was all a misunderstanding; they were still blindly praising Morin.

"Commander Morin, you found the young master so quickly. You truly are Mr. Winston's right-hand man. Mr. Winston will surely praise you. Your efficiency is incredible! You are completely different from us."

Morin's lips twitched twice, hesitating to speak, and could only lower his head to look at the cub again.

At this moment, Morin was filled with disbelief.

He looked at it again and again, and at that moment he felt that the little guy was becoming more and more like Mr. Winston.

Actually, the little guy's bone structure really does resemble his father's.

However, his usual expression is too gentle, seemingly lacking the cold demeanor typical of the Winston family, so most people cannot see the resemblance between Ulva and his father.

Morin: ...

He actually managed to hold Mr. Winston's child?!

omg...

Morin's movements became even more stiff. He held the cub reverently, as if it were a particularly fragile and precious item, and walked step by step toward the center of the crowd.

Sure enough, when Winston saw Maureen, and especially when he saw the cub in Maureen's arms, he ignored everything else and strode over, picking up the little guy in front of Maureen's excited gaze.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's Daddy's fault, Daddy shouldn't have let go of you..."

Clearly, Winston was also terrified.

The moment he learned that the little guy was lost, a fire ignited uncontrollably within him, and he wished he could burn everyone present to ashes.

Ultimately, Winston is just a cold-blooded, obsessive monster who only cares about his cubs.

If something happens to the cubs, the entire Winston family could disappear along with them, and that wouldn't matter.

Just as Winston was lost in thought, the little guy felt his father's embrace, and tears were about to fall.

He thought his father found him troublesome and was going to abandon him.

The little guy's anxiety about gains and losses is also extremely severe.

But the cubs only show this when they are back in Winston's arms.

Just moments ago, the cub was very well-behaved and obedient in Morin's arms, looking like a mature little kitten. But now, upon seeing its father, it burst into tears.

You can tell at a glance that the little guy was actually very scared and flustered along the way.

Morin was startled. He quickly recalled the offensive words and disrespectful actions he had taken towards the cub, and realized that he might have to retire from this day forward.

Or, Winston would make him cut off the hands that had offended the young master right now...

Morin's loyalty prevailed, and he did not hesitate to draw his sword, ready to plead guilty.

But Winston didn't even notice Maureen.

Winston's mind is now completely focused on the cubs.

He gently took a handkerchief to wipe the cub's tears, tenderly kissed the cub's forehead, and skillfully coaxed the child.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Daddy made you suffer..."

The others present were stunned by Winston's series of actions.

No one could imagine that a ruthless "godfather"-like figure would have such a tender side when facing a little guy.

Perhaps their incredulous gazes were too obvious, as if they wanted to poke a hole in the little one, so the little one couldn't help but feel it and gradually stopped crying.

Even cubs get shy in front of so many people.

But he's a baby, it's okay for him to cry.

Wu Tu quickly soothed himself with the words the butler had used to comfort him.

He dared not cry anymore, and just rested his head on his father's shoulder, occasionally sobbing.

Winston knew this was a sign that the little guy trusted him.

The precocious and sensible crow will not express itself in front of others, fearing being scolded or causing trouble for others, so it will suppress its emotions.

When he is with his father, he will cry out all the insecurity in his heart.

He's so young, how could he not be afraid of being separated from his father?

Winston is incredibly soft-hearted.

He held the child in his arms with an absolutely protective posture, glanced at the people around him, and the bodyguards understood and wanted to delete the images and photos of the cub left by the reporters.

But Helena stopped Winston at that moment:

"Aiden, I know you want to protect the cub, but you can't be by his side every moment."

"Haven't you noticed? Your separation anxiety is even worse than that of new parents. How can you expect your baby to be independent if you're like this? You'll raise a silly kid who only knows how to whine and act cute!"

"That would make him more likely to fall into other people's traps and get into danger. Can you guarantee you can save him every time?"

"You should learn to let go. Let him take the first step that every member must take, appear in the public eye, and let everyone know that he exists."

"In this way, under everyone's watchful eyes, no one dared to touch him."

Winston looked at Helena:

"You probably already thought that way the moment you saw the little guy, right?"

Helena gave a charming smile: "Yes, the little guy has a natural ability to make people love him. The moment I saw him, I was already thinking about his future."

"I am willing to leave my inheritance to him and protect him, but I also understand that the cub will grow up one day."

"Your child is different from you. Everything in this world is rushing toward him. Sooner or later, he will become the center of the world."

Upon hearing this, Winston nodded, agreeing with Helena for the first time: "Of course."

This also indicates that Winston approved of Helena's proposal.

So next, Winston, holding the cub, announced its existence in front of the entire family.

As the youngest member of the family, everyone's attention is focused on the little guy.

The cub was wearing the fluffy overalls that Lilith had chosen for him today, with rabbit ears on the hat and a rabbit pom-pom tail on the back of the pants. When Winston lifted him up, he looked like a fluffy white dumpling.

The little guy wasn't even wearing shoes. His feet were tired from walking, and the first thing he did when he got back into his dad's arms was kick off his shoes.

At this moment, what was exposed to everyone's view were his two little feet wrapped in fuzzy socks, which curled up and unfolded in mid-air, just like a kitten kneading.

His bewildered and clueless demeanor was completely different from the family members that everyone was familiar with.

For a moment, there was a murmur among the audience.

Winston frowned, thinking they might have some objection to the cub's mixed blood.