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

Winston sneered: "You admitted it? You had a paternity test done?"

Allen shut his mouth.

He thought Winston was absolutely wicked; these days, who checks the blood relationship between uncles and nephews?

Are they not brothers? Don't be ridiculous, Helena would never allow herself to raise someone else's child.

However, the cub is not good at breaking up fights; he sides with his own family regardless of right or wrong, and he is biased towards whoever is pitiful.

There's even a history of Richard killing the game with two tears in order to gain favor with the cubs.

As expected of the eldest brother, Richard.

Even a young cub gets tired from taking sides, not to mention the family members always look like they'd die without the cub.

The cub could only rest its chin on its hand and sigh:

Being a full-time babysitter is so tiring...

Lilith was overwhelmed by the cuteness of the cub's new vocabulary, which it seemed to have learned from somewhere, but she could only suppress her excitement and film the cub.

The little guy looked at their unique way of connecting with each other—a sparring match on the training field—and said with a serious expression:

"Dad and Uncle are so childish."

Lilith, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask the cub:

"Oh dear, who's the most mature baby in our family?"

The cub proudly puffed out its round little belly: "Hehe, it's a baby."

Faced with his sister's question, the little guy felt he should step in.

Now he's trying to act like a little adult, picking up the pastry in front of him, sucking on it a couple of times, and shutting up his dad and uncle.

"Dad and Uncle, please stop arguing! Otherwise, you two can go to kindergarten for me. Yuna and Ethan in my class argue like this every day."

"They argue every day, debating which of them I should play with."

"Daddy and Uncle are big kids now, why are they still arguing?"

Winston and Allen had different expressions, and their expressions were not good.

I don't know if she's upset because her child dislikes her.

Seeing that his father and uncle had stopped arguing, the cub poked at the small plate of green beans in front of him and quietly steered the conversation away from there:

"Dad, I don't want to go to school..."

Winston paused, then asked, "Why? Is someone at school bullying you?"

Winston's question made everyone want to facepalm.

Who would dare bully a cub now?

Everyone knows the little one's status as a precious child.

Not to mention that he has so many fierce people in his family who are protecting the cubs.

Even at the very beginning, the cubs' playmates were selected through a rigorous process by Winston and others.

Helena was not even satisfied; they felt the cubs were too naive and too weak compared to the rest of the Winston family.

Maureen was right there when he heard their discussion, which gave him an even deeper understanding of the Winston family's perversion.

Their genes are just too strong, too incredible, right? Winston was six years old when he handled a gun and eight years old when he was stained with blood. His composure in the face of kidnappers threatening him with a knife is something that can't be compared to any other child, can it?

But in their eyes, the cubs that are different from them are the special ones.

In their eyes, this precious child is a fragile glass doll, whose body is prone to accidents, very fragile, and cannot be separated from adults, being very clingy.

Therefore, they not only don't arrange any training programs for the cubs, but they also go to great lengths to hire the world's most elite mercenaries to be the cubs' playmates.

So at that time, the three-year-old, soft and cuddly toddler, when he learned that some children would come to play with him today, excitedly carried his doll downstairs, only to see several burly men dressed in mascot costumes, but still unable to hide the fierce expressions on their faces.

The little guy was bewildered.

But those burly men, in a high-pitched voice, handed the cub a tiny little pistol:

"Come on, baby, let's play around with how guns are made today, okay?"

The cub shook its head: "Mommy said...baby can't touch these..."

The burly men immediately turned around and discussed for a while, deciding to paint the little guy's favorite SpongeBob SquarePants on the pistol.

The little guy then stopped making a fuss while holding the gun.

However, Helena next to her shook her head: "How come you don't even know how to coax a child?"

I don't need him to know how to hold a gun. His wrists are so weak, the recoil would injure him. Can't you play some other games with him? Don't you know how?"

The mercenary's face turned green.

But the employer paid too much.

The butler remained silent for a long time before finally unable to hold back any longer:

"Madam, sir, if you want to find playmates for the young master, why don't you find him children of the same age?"

If you're worried about the young master's safety, you can find a family you know well and can completely trust. They will absolutely protect him.

Winston thought the butler made sense, and after thinking it over, he called Maureen:

"Merlin, I'll give you a month. Can you have a baby to keep the cubs company?"

Morin: ...

This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult task.

Although Mr. Winston had given the order, and it was for his beloved young master, so he might actually do it, Winston withdrew the instruction after the butler frantically shook his head in cahoots.

The housekeeper is really worried sick.

Finally, when the cub went to play nearby, he met Yuna and Ethan, who were about the same age as him.

But now that he has found a friend he likes and has made plans with his friends to start learning to ice skate tomorrow, why does he say he doesn't want to go to school?

As Winston's expression darkened, the other cubs' families at the table silently wiped their knives clean, ready to pounce.

But the little guy held back for a long time, didn't complain, and only left Winston with two bags of tears.

"There's no father at school..."

"Before, I only needed to spend a short time thinking about my dad each day, but now, I think about him all day long."

"I've been thinking about it for so long, but Dad still won't come."

The cub, having suppressed its emotions for several days, finally exploded.

Winston thought the little guy was really that well-behaved and sensible, not even crying or making a fuss on his first day of school.

Little did they know that every day after playing with Yuna Ethan on his way to school, the little guy would spend the rest of his time sitting at the door, waiting for his father to pick him up.

Just like a puppy waiting for its owner.

The unfamiliar environment and unfamiliar people almost brought the cub back to the dark days of its childhood.

When the furious Winston saw the little guy staring longingly at the door on the monitor, he almost died of heartbreak.

He wished he could stop sending the cubs to school tomorrow.

However, due to the persuasion of his teacher and housekeeper, Winston had to come up with another solution.