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

It was only then that Winston remembered that ever since he started raising the baby, no matter how much pain the little one was in, he had never heard the child cry out.

Even on the day he brought her home, the little guy cried for so long and shed so many tears, but he only dared to cry quietly with a furrowed brow, and even his sobs were very soft.

He seemed afraid to speak, afraid to tell anyone about his pain, and afraid to express any of his emotions.

Over time, he even neglected himself.

When Winston heard the little one's almost heart-wrenching cries, his heart clenched. His instincts nearly overcame his reason, and he wanted to rush in immediately to protect his child and shield him from all obstacles.

However, psychological counseling is one-on-one, and the fact that the little guy didn't ask his dad to come in and stay with him means that the little guy doesn't want to tell his dad about everything he's been through yet.

It's not that the little guy doesn't trust Winston.

Winston also searched for relevant information, and the literature said that the closer the relationship, the more difficult it is to express one's thoughts to the other.

His father is the person who cares about him the most. Of course, the little guy is concerned about how his father will view him after he finds out everything.

So Winston chose to wait.

Wait until the day the little one is willing to speak to me.

Because it was the black rabbit that taught him patience and love, Winston was willing to continue to be patient until the little guy truly opened his heart to him and regarded him as the most important member of his family.

When that moment comes, he will surely receive a heart of gold.

Winston remained with the door open, waiting for an unknown amount of time until the little one's crying subsided, at which point the counselor came over and opened the door.

Winston didn't even look at anyone else; his eyes immediately fell on the little black cat sitting on the sofa, its eyes red-rimmed.

Wu Tu clutched a tissue in her hand, and when she cried, she looked like a wrinkled kitten, which was adorably endearing.

The child met his gaze for a moment.

The little guy, who usually automatically sticks to Winston when he sees him, seems to be malfunctioning today. Has he been crying so much that he's lost his mind? He didn't even come looking for his dad.

Seeing the little guy behaving strangely, Winston immediately turned to his assistant to get a fan and a thermos, worried that the child might be dehydrated from crying.

But the next second, the little guy hesitated for a moment, then stood up, pouting, with tears welling up in his eyes, and walked pitifully toward him.

Winston hadn't quite figured out what was wrong with the little guy, but his arm had already instinctively opened.

Then a small cannonball bumped into his arms.

"Waaah..."

The little guy started whimpering like a kitten.

Then it started crying loudly again.

Winston was startled by the noise the little guy was making; after all, he had raised children for so long, and this was the first time he had ever heard a child make such a loud noise.

The little guy had already cried enough.

He managed to shut up, but the moment he saw his father, all the grievances in his heart surged up again.

Like a puppy that has been wronged and bullied by bad people outside, returning to its own den and facing its caring family, it finally couldn't hold back its emotions and broke down.

Winston understood at that moment.

The baby is being affectionate with him.

Like a whimpering little stray dog, trying to gain its father's tenderness and affection.

His poor baby...

How could Winston love him in a way that would make him understand that he didn't need to be so careful or humble to win anyone's love?

Now, all he has to do is wave, and all good things will come to him.

Winston held the little one in his arms, and at that moment, all he could offer Wutu was a single sentence:

"It's okay, you can cry as much as you want here with Daddy."

"My darling has suffered such a terrible injustice..."

Upon hearing Winston's words of comfort, Wu Tu's tears flowed even more freely.

Later, the adults couldn't bear to watch anymore and worried that the little guy would cry himself to death, so they tried to comfort him and stop him from crying.

However, after Winston hurriedly settled the little one, he looked up and found that the therapist next to him was also crying very emotionally.

The usually calm man wiped away his tears and said:

"Our profession has its own protective mechanisms to prevent us from overstepping our boundaries and empathizing with patients... but after hearing the little guy's story, I just couldn't hold back my tears..."

"I thought someone his age couldn't possibly have much trouble. But I couldn't even listen to the beginning..."

"He's still just a child!"

Any normal person would feel heartbroken to hear that a child has been hurt like this by relatives and friends.

So the red-haired therapist, unusually, made a request:

"Mr. Winston, please be sure to treat him well."

"You must wait until the little one blooms again."

Winston nodded silently and extended his hand:

"I also beg you to treat him properly."

……

The little one now maintains a frequency of twice-weekly psychological counseling.

With the addition of medication, he felt he was far removed from depressive symptoms.

Although the medication makes him drowsy and his mood is sometimes hazy and unclear, at least his father won't worry about him as much anymore.

Meanwhile, the drug development for his cancer is still in the testing phase, but each expensive chemotherapy session has also prolonged Wu Tu's life.

It's rare for the little guy to feel like he can move around when the weather is nice.

So the little guy couldn't help but go to the kitchen.

After all, he has caused his family a lot of trouble. His father has rarely gone out to work since he started taking care of him. His brother already needed rehabilitation treatment, but now he still has to take a private plane back and forth every day just to say goodnight to Wutu at night.

The butler grandpa was the same; he was busy managing the entire estate's expenses and hundreds of people every day, yet everyone still revolved around him.

So, on such a nice day, although the little guy wanted to go outside for a walk, he wanted to be with his family even more and make them happy.

Since Dad and his brother are both out working now, and the butler grandpa is also busy, the little guy got the idea to cook for them.

Although the little guy doesn't think his cooking is very good, it's the only thing he can be proud of.

If you do housework, the servants in the house also need to do work. If you take their jobs away from them, they won't be able to earn money.

And after looking at it, the little guy really couldn't understand what made white food so delicious...

He didn't understand what cultural differences were, nor did he understand why his father and brother ate only cold, dried meat and vegetable salads every day...

He felt that his family members were too busy, so they couldn't prepare food in a very refined way.

But Dad is so busy with work every day, and my brother needs to eat nutritious meals to recover properly. Delicious food makes people feel warm.