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

This time, both Winston and Richard remained silent.

Because in the real world, Winston wouldn't have met the little guy so early, nor would he have been able to mend his relationship with Helena and the others.

In the virtual world, Helena and Allen always stayed by the side of the little guy, which was a chain reaction caused by the little guy.

In reality, the things that the black clown changed are always illusions.

Winston frowned. "Honey, you know so much time has passed, some things have already happened..."

Seeing Winston's troubled expression, Wu Tu finally guessed what was going on, and a new wave of tears was about to well up in her eyes:

"Waaaaah, where's Helena? Helena loves me so much, and she loves Daddy too, where's Helena?"

"I want Uncle Allen—Daddy too!!!"

Winston was afraid that the little guy would cry himself to death upon hearing the news.

This current idiot already has untreated psychological trauma, and he's been raised from a terminal illness to become a fragile, fragile person. How could Winston dare to provoke him?

Therefore, he could only tell the truth about what happened back then:

"I crippled Allen's legs, and at that time he was a farmer in the nearby countryside. Helena... I sent her abroad."

"In name only, I have already declared them dead."

Wu Tu looked him straight in the eye: "But you didn't actually kill them."

"Dad, you have a sincere heart beneath your facade of self-interest."

"Now you're showing it to me."

And the little guy cherishes it.

The next day, Winston drove the little guy to the countryside.

The environment there is exceptionally beautiful, with an endless grassland, a gentle breeze, and the sounds of nature everywhere.

Allen ran the farm alone, in solitude and in silence.

Sometimes he wondered why Winston had let him go.

How could that hypocritical beast possibly let go of its prey once it has caught it?

Why not kill him? His brother, his blood relatives with whom he shared a tragic fate...

Allen looked at his legs, severed at the knees. He didn't hate Winston, because in that situation, they weren't fighting for power, they were just trying to survive.

According to the original rules, the other person who cannot become the head of the family must die.

Winston also faced a life-threatening situation in his attempt to escape him.

Allen snapped out of his reverie, put on his prosthetic leg, slowly got up, and drove the cattle and sheep grazing outside.

At that moment, he saw an uninvited guest arrive outside the farm.

An Asian child with black hair and black eyes, like an angel who stepped out of an oil painting.

Winston was standing next to the child.

Ha, Winston?

Allen thought he was hallucinating from his memories of Winston.

He instinctively felt nauseous, as if he was about to vomit up his lunch.

As it turned out, Allen later discovered that it wasn't a hallucination.

it is true.

Allen is even more disgusting.

But Alan, standing far away, didn't even bother to say hello. He just stood there gloomily in the shade of the tree, coldly waiting for Winston to leave on his own.

But Winston doesn't seem to be just passing by.

Winston even took his horse and led it to the boy.

The boy was lifted onto the horse by Winston. It seemed to be his first time riding a horse, and he gripped the reins nervously the whole time.

Winston was right behind him, looking utterly bewildered, damnably gentle!

Shit, he'd never seen Winston like this before!

And Winston, seemingly possessed by a demon, kept a close watch on the child, his eyes fixed on him.

"Don't worry, baby, Daddy is right behind you watching over you. Don't be afraid."

Wu Tu kept calling out anxiously, "Daddy...don't let go, I'm scared."

Winston: "I haven't let go, you can leave."

Allen watched as the horse moved further and further away from Winston and walked towards him.

The black-haired, black-eyed child was thin, but not violent. He didn't grip the horse's belly tightly; instead, he would pat himself and the horse to soothe them.

Just as the little guy was about to reach Allen, he lost his balance and almost fell over.

Wu Tu immediately called out, "Uncle Allen!"

As if possessed, Allen moved and immediately reached out to catch the crow.

The black worm is very light.

But it's very soft.

She was a normal child, someone who could laugh and show a variety of emotions, unlike any other child in the Winston family.

The little guy clung tightly to him with remarkable skill.

He even used a soft, coquettish voice to whine to him:

"Uncle, you have such a big farm! Can I go milk the cows? I also want to pet the foals!! And I want to pet the sheepdog, Uncle~"

Allen: "..."

It took Allen a bit of effort to pull the little guy off him.

"I have no nephews or brothers."

Allen picked up the bucket, intending to step over the black clown.

But he couldn't compete with the meowing ability of a little human.

He wouldn't leave as long as Allen didn't recognize him. He even moved into Allen's house as if they were old friends.

He won't leave, and neither will Winston, and so will Richard and the others.

It's so noisy, it's never been noisier than before.

Having lived alone for seven years, Allen felt as if both of his ears were filled with the sound of the little rabbit meowing and calling for Uncle.

Moreover, with so many people living in the house all at once, even his only bed was taken up.

The little guy was sleeping comfortably in his bed, completely at ease, and even brought the foals from his stable onto the bed!

Allen broke down, Allen lost his composure, Allen ignored the stiffness of his prosthetic leg, rushed outside and questioned Winston.

Of course, he kept his voice very low, not daring to wake the crow.

"Winston?! Is this really your child?! Didn't you say he was a very well-behaved child?"

Winston said, "He's certainly very well-behaved."

Allen: "Then why did he bring the foal onto the bed?! Why did he take over my bed without my permission? He even fed my cow until it had indigestion! And he moved all the flowers to the west!"

Winston: "The little guy has never seen a farm before, so it's quite new to him. And he hasn't killed any of your animals or plants, he's just taking care of them."

"Did you know that Richard poured us a whole cup of anesthetic when we were kids? We almost died together that day."

Allen: "..."

Allen was speechless.

He silently walked back, by which time the little guy had already returned the foal to its mother.

He lay alone in bed, obediently tucking himself in.

When he noticed Allen's return, he immediately turned to look at Allen, his bright eyes seeming to be waiting for Allen to tell him a bedtime story.

Allen said coldly, "...Aren't you going to hold the pony anymore?"

"Winston is a ruthless man. If you want a pony, bring it over. This is my house, and these are my ponies. He won't dare to touch you."

The little guy smiled and said, "No need. Little Horse needs to go back to his mother's side when he goes to sleep at night, otherwise his family will worry."

Hearing Wu Tu's words, Allen assumed he was a child with a happy childhood, so he casually asked:

"And what about your mother? Winston said you were conceived naturally. It's hard to imagine Winston falling in love with anyone..."