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

Wu Tu listened to Allen's question.

He doesn't feel offended or saddened by questions from his loved ones.

Moreover, he has already moved on from that.

So the little guy told Allen:

"My father and mother are not together. My mother died in a car accident when I was very young."

As they were talking, the little guy climbed onto Allen.

Allen immediately tensed up, looking at the cub in his arms, his mind filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Wait a minute, why is this kid so clingy? He's so sweet, so clingy! Is he trying to be affectionate? Why is he so soft-spoken? Does he have to be clingy to someone to talk?

He knew at first glance that this was definitely not a child Winston could raise; at the time, he thought the little guy must have been raised by his mother.

But now, the little guy says no.

Allen was becoming increasingly confused.

But no matter what, he dared not touch the little guy in the slightest.

This soft and fragile creature gave him goosebumps the moment he touched it, but Allen was even more afraid that he might hurt the little guy with the slightest bit of force.

So he could only remain in that comical position, sitting motionless on the edge of the bed.

The little guy didn't notice anything was wrong.

In his mind, Allen was family, someone he had spent a long time with. In front of his family, the little guy would show his soft side and wish he could roll around on his family.

And Allen didn't reject him.

Allen didn't move, he was definitely waiting for him to continue sticking it on!

So Wu Tu moved even closer, and the sleeves of his loose pajamas were brushed open, allowing Allen to see clearly now the discordant, hideous scars on the little guy's snow-white skin.

They are like cracks, lying across the beautiful life of the black-tailed catfish, indelible.

Just like the conspicuous mark left on a fine piece of porcelain after it has been smashed, no matter how hard you try to repair it, it will still be there and cannot be restored.

Especially since the little one is so beautiful and soft, the scars seem so glaring.

Wu Tu didn't notice Allen's silence; he was just starting to feel sleepy after 10 o'clock, when his biological clock would ring on time.

He tugged at Allen's clothes:

"My uncle sleeps with me."

Allen could only lie down and watch as that tiny child suddenly entered his life without any warning.

This child was so different from his stagnant life; he was so energetic and seemed to need someone to protect him.

Moreover, it's clear that this child was once broken and battered, and like him, had fallen into the mud.

Winston, that scoundrel, was lucky to have found him.

So Allen can also, and wants to, protect Wu Tu...

Just as the little guy was closing his eyes and about to fall asleep, Allen asked him:

"What happened to the injury on your hand?"

Wu Tu said, "Before I met my father in China, some bad things happened."

"But I have family now, and my uncle likes me a lot, right?"

Faced with the little guy's sudden question, Allen could only give a perfunctory "hmm".

But just this lack of denial was enough to make the little guy smile with his eyes crinkled:

"I'm so happy, so many people like me..."

"Uncle, I want to add you to the family group chat, okay? You can't leave the group, and you can't mute me..."

The little guy fell asleep while he was talking.

Allen looked down at the cub, then carefully got up and walked to the door, where he saw Winston waiting.

Winston, smoking a cigarette, saw Allen and, unusually, spoke to him calmly.

"Is the little one asleep?"

Allen: "Hmm."

"What happened to his injuries? Was he kidnapped and tortured by political enemies? Was he abducted?"

Allen still seemed to be concerned about the little guy, or rather, he had some doubts about the wounds on Wutu's body.

At this moment, Richard and Cyrus, who were sitting downstairs in the attic, also came up.

They happened to hear Allen ask that question.

Everyone's expression changed.

Allen sensed something was wrong and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Cyrus said, "You didn't ask the little guy things he shouldn't have, did you? Like about his mother, or his past experiences?"

Allen was completely bewildered: "What's wrong with that? Members of the Winston family undergo combat training from a young age, right? Kidnapping and threats are commonplace for us."

He was still speaking to Winston:

"Aiden, don't pamper him so much. He has Winston family blood; he should be involved in this bloodshed. Are you trying to make him so delicate that he'll be devoured by those covetous enemies, leaving not even bones behind?"

Richard: "That's not how the little guy is!"

Richard quickly recounted Ulva's previous experiences to Allen.

Although not in that much detail, it was enough for Allen to imagine the specific tortures and darkness...

This is a torment that is many times more painful than being captured and kidnapped by political enemies.

In addition to destroying the black worm's body, it also destroyed the little creature's hopeful soul.

No wonder the black tusk was so cautious, so fragile and delicate compared to them.

After hearing the little guy's story, Allen stood at the door and smoked half a pack of cigarettes all night.

He clearly quit smoking.

Allen watched Winston go in at night and even stayed with Ulva for a while.

Winston, who was once aloof and never looked at anyone with a second glance, now sat sullenly by the simple bed, guarding the black crow, his eyes filled with contentment and appreciation.

He had assumed that Winston would live out the rest of his life in solitude and loneliness, just like him.

But unexpectedly, Winston would encounter the black clown.

Now, there is no hatred in Allen's heart, only jealousy that he himself does not understand.

And I feel sorry for the little one.

For the first time, he heard about Wu Tu's past, and for the first time, he felt an urgent urge to kill someone.

Although he was a wicked and despicable person, he still wanted to stay by Wutu's side, watch over him, and make him show that beautiful and radiant smile every day.

As Alan stood in the hallway in the morning, feeling the complex emotions in his heart, Wu Tu came over and asked his uncle to carry him.

Allen: "I'm wearing a prosthetic leg, I'm afraid you'll fall and hurt yourself."

Wu Tu: "Okay... I always forget. Sorry, Uncle, let me take care of your prosthetic leg!"

After the little guy finished speaking, he took away Allen's prosthetic leg without waiting for Allen's consent.

Allen watched as the little guy carefully polished and oiled his prosthetics, and saw how much he cherished them, even more than he valued them himself. Allen fell silent again.

Allen turned his head, trying to pretend he didn't care about the little guy.

But in that brief moment of distraction, the little guy pushed his wheelchair and propelled him onto the lawn.

At this moment, Kellan, wearing gloves, stood on the makeshift pitcher's mound, ready to throw the ball.

The others stood in their places, clearly indicating they were going to play a family baseball game.

And Allen became the unlucky one who caught the ball.

Cyrus, standing nearby, attempted to settle a personal score:

"It's okay, just throw it as hard as you can. It doesn't matter if it hits Allen, he won't run away anyway."