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

"But I have one request..."

"Could you... hug me?"

Wu Tu paused for a moment, then opened her arms somewhat blankly.

The boy immediately moved closer, wrapped his arms tightly around Wu Tu's waist, and greedily inhaled the scent emanating from her.

This is the kind of family affection he truly longs for.

A person with flesh and blood, who can feel compassion and worry for their loved ones.

A person with a gentle aura, someone he imagined who could tolerate any of his bad temper.

Moreover, the black worm truly possesses a radiance that only women can have.

Perhaps it's because he can empathize with women, because he loves his mother, and because he once played the role of the oppressed in his family, that Wu Tu also possesses a woman's kindness, empathy, and compassion for the weak...

This is what the boy most craves in the lack of parental affection: love, compassion, and acceptance from elders.

Wu Tu couldn't see the boy's determined expression; he only felt that the boy in front of him was hugging him rather tightly.

Richard watched from the side. Like Kaylan and Winston, he didn't care at all about his blood-related brother.

They were cold-hearted by nature, and given that this child had previously tried to take the place of the Black Tortoise, Richard naturally disapproved of him.

The boy was the same; he couldn't stand Richard, who came from the Winston family.

Even during the few days Richard came to see him, he made things difficult for Richard in various ways, making this pampered former prince do farm work and shovel cow dung.

So the two, who disliked each other, were wary of one another. Richard kept a close eye on him, fearing he might do something to harm the black rabbit.

When Richard noticed the boy being particularly close to the black rabbit, he immediately sounded the alarm.

He quickly stepped forward and separated the boy from the black rabbit.

"Okay, don't push the black rabbit."

The boy's face darkened: "I didn't, I used very little force..."

Because the black croaker looks so fragile...

But no one listened to his explanations.

Wu Tu didn't have time to pay attention to the boy in front of her.

At this moment, Richard was certainly more important to him.

He pulled Richard towards the door, saying, "Alright, alright, Richard, why are you arguing with a child? Besides, he's helping us. Can't you be a little nicer?"

Li looked somewhat unconvinced:

"He's not a little kid anymore. Don't always give in to younger children. Aren't you a precious child too?"

Wu Tu smiled and grasped Richard's arm, which had been injured by the bull:

"You childish brat, I know. Look how badly you're hurt, go get some medicine, okay?"

The black rabbit naturally showed concern for Richard, a sight that dimmed the boy's eyes.

However, they didn't linger for long; Winston couldn't wait, and the three of them quickly returned.

After arriving at the hospital, the boy had his tests done and then had his blood drawn.

Winston's next round of surgeries also took place in the afternoon.

The black cat prayed incessantly, filled with worry.

Seeing how nervous Wu Tu was, the boy wanted to ask why Wu Tu cared so much about Winston, and why he got along so well with the Winston family, like real... family.

But before he could finish speaking, Wu Tu was called away by Morin.

The little guy had work to do, and the housekeepers absolutely wouldn't allow Wu Tu to wait outside the operating room for so long without eating or resting.

So they made up an excuse about work, so that after the little guy finished his work, he could go home and sleep.

Richard is still in charge of the hospital.

After more than ten hours of surgery, the doctor walked out of the operating room, exhausted, and nodded to Richard.

Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how long it would take Winston to wake up.

But he could only hope that Winston would regain consciousness soon.

After all, the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics is getting closer and closer.

Richard takes good care of Winston, both for the sake of Ulva and to atone for the harm he had caused Ulva.

It wasn't until several nights later that Winston finally opened his eyes.

But when he heard the noise and turned to look at Richard, he saw a completely unfamiliar look in his eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Richard glanced at Winston, a hint of despair in his eyes:

"No way..."

"Wake up! Winston! Aiden!! What will happen to the little guy if you forget all this!"

Winston shoved Richard's hand away with practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he still remembered the fighting skills he had learned before.

Winston pushed aside the agitated Richard, rubbed his temple, and looked at Richard with a somewhat sinister expression:

"What did you call me? Winston? Am I now the head of the family?"

Looking at the scene before him, Richard paused for a moment, then asked, "Based on your own understanding, how old are you right now?"

Winston frowned. "I remember being eighteen."

Richard understood something too. Winston wasn't completely amnesiac; it was possible that the doctor had compressed the memory area in his brain during the surgery, causing Winston to temporarily lose a part of his memory.

Richard handed the mirror to Winston. Looking at the mature-looking man with restrained features and deep, icy blue eyes, Winston knew that he was definitely not that young.

Furthermore, since Winston only suffered from amnesia, not idiocy, he quickly deduced the current situation:

He became the head of the family, was assassinated, and ended up in the hospital? Now he has recovered, but he has lost a part of his memory.

Who was the person in front of him? He looked somewhat similar to him, and given his habits, he would never leave an unfamiliar person until now, when he was so weak.

So within seconds, Winston deduced: "You're my child? Born through IVF?"

Richard was not surprised that Winston could deduce these things.

He nodded and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Winston doesn't seem to have any major problems; he's still mentally sharp and can recognize people...

Richard felt a pang of sadness and helplessness at the thought of the little guy: he wondered if the little guy would shed tears again when he saw Winston like this.

Just then, the boy who had been left in the hospital, ready to donate blood to Winston at any moment, stood at the door of the ward and asked in a calm tone:

"Oh? He's awake?"

Winston looked at the child in front of him, his tone dropping another notch: "Is he my child too?"

The boy clicked his tongue, even more dismissive than Winston: "I have nothing to do with you, don't try to claim kinship."

"Since Winston is alright, I'll be going."

The boy turned and walked away, and Winston wasn't angry.

He knew that was the atmosphere in their family. So even when facing Richard, their newly minted eldest son, Aiden Winston's tone remained remarkably calm:

"What's the situation now? What shares do I hold? How many companies do I own? Are the elders willing for me to take over? What about Helena and Allen? Are they dead?"

Richard coughed, looking at the Winston before him who was clearly sharper than the mature version of Winston, like a silent, unsheathed sword, and slowly said:

"Hmm... As things stand now, none of your businesses are in your hands anymore."

"You left a will before your accident, bequeathing all your hard work and property to one person."

Winston could hardly believe it when he heard this.

He couldn't understand himself more than a decade later.