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

Aiden wondered if he had become someone who was held back by love and romance.

Aiden Winston considered all sorts of possible scenarios, but he couldn't imagine himself willingly handing everything over to someone else.

Finally, he could only ask Richard:

"Did I really sign this agreement?"

Richard quickly produced the document Winston had previously signed, which contained his own handwriting, signature, and even his personal seal.

This is Winston, after all.

How could he not have considered these things?

To prevent anyone from questioning whether Wu Tu had forged the documents, he had even thought of such minute details.

Of course, these written facts are now undeniable for Aiden.

That's when Richard saw Winston's bewildered expression for the first time.

Richard immediately turned away and thought through all the saddest things in his life before he managed to stop himself from laughing out loud.

This is Winston!

The only thing that could elicit this expression from Winston was indeed the Black Crow.

Richard even wanted to send Winston's expression to their family group chat, but he was even more looking forward to seeing Aiden's stubbornness backfire and be proven wrong by the little guy.

People never feel tired when they're doing bad things.

Therefore, Richard did not explain the relationship between the black rabbit and himself in detail. Richard was certainly confident that, given Winston's doting nature, he would be thoroughly manipulated by the little guy.

Aiden persisted, asking, "Where is that person? Is that person a woman?"

Richard told him, "He will come to see you then. You don't need to be so vigilant or worry. Because he is the person who loves you most in this world, absolutely."

"Winston, you should cherish him."

Winston looked surprised, but Richard wouldn't give him any more information.

Because Richard answered in a very serious manner:

"I'm sorry, he is the current head of the family, and we will all serve him. Without the head of the family's permission, we cannot reveal any more information to you."

Aiden was even more confused. Could these people really be so loyal?

Could it be that the Winston family, in his memory, had changed hands in just over a decade? Impossible!

"You're all so loyal? As my son, you don't even want to reclaim the position of family head?"

Richard said, "I'm willing to protect him, we're all willing, and I swore I would never hurt him again."

"So Aiden, we're warning you too, don't do anything to hurt him, don't say anything to hurt him."

Young Winston scoffed, "If I did that, would you come after me for him? Like spoiled parents?"

It must be said that the younger Aiden was more arrogant and sharper, even his words carried more arrogance.

He possessed the same youthful impulsiveness as Richard and his ilk.

But Richard shook his head:

"No. If you do such a thing, you'll be the one who regrets it the most."

"Aiden, you love him, and you are the one in this world who loves him the most."

Richard finished speaking before leaving with the documents in his pocket.

But Aiden felt that it was all just a fantasy.

How could he possibly love someone?

Is he capable of having that kind of feeling?

What human emotions could a monster like him, or a family like the Winstons, possibly evoke...?

Why would that seemingly young Winston member, who is also a descendant of his genes and blood, so readily utter the word "love"?

Have all the members of the Winston family in this generation become freaks?

Aiden was very confused.

He thought these people were all crazy to keep talking about something as vague and unreal as "love."

Aiden remained vigilant about everything here.

He thought that although he had not fully recovered, he should still be considered a problem and would definitely be placed under house arrest and surveillance by the current head of the Winston family.

These people will definitely see him as an enemy, and no one will genuinely care about his injuries.

After all, in his memory, the night before, he was still vying for power with Allen.

At that time, Allen tried to push him off the ship, but he kicked him into the sea instead.

Aiden thought about this and decided that he should grasp the current situation as soon as possible, so he picked up his phone from the bedside table and tried to learn about the situation and information outside.

But as soon as he turned on the screen, the screensaver showed a picture of a child with black hair and black eyes.

The child in the photo looks to be only ten years old. He is very thin, wearing a clean shirt, sitting in front of a flower bed, holding a large bouquet of flowers and smiling brightly.

His face and exposed parts of his body were wrapped in bandages, and he didn't look well, but in the photo, his smiling face looked so energetic. It was as if he was laughing loudly at the person behind the camera.

A wave of sadness and tenderness welled up in Aiden's heart.

But Aiden clearly didn't know this child.

Could this be the body's reaction?

Aiden looked at the child, lost in thought.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone knocked on his hospital room door.

Aiden thought it was a nurse coming to change his dressing, but he didn't completely let his guard down.

He used the IV drip the doctor was giving him as a weapon, holding it hidden in his hand, before casually saying:

"Come in."

To Aiden's surprise, it was a much older Morin and the butler who came in.

Maureen had been following Aiden since he was eighteen, and the butler was the only person who cared about Aiden's upbringing when he was a child.

But Aiden also understood them, understood the two people in front of him.

Although Maureen and the butler were people he could trust, they would never have offered him anything other than a little support, like this—carrying large bags and small packages, along with fruit, and offering him a gentle smile.

"That's great, you're finally awake. Otherwise, the young master would have been so upset."

Aiden keenly sensed that all these changes were related to that mysterious successor.

But Aiden didn't get a chance to ask any related questions. Maureen gave a stiff smile, still as taciturn as ever. Only the butler rambled on a bit:

"You have no idea how heartbroken the young master was after he found out you were injured. He's barely been eating lately and has lost a lot of weight. You had finally managed to gain some weight, but now you look so fragile again."

"Moreover, after the young master comes home, he likes to lock himself in the closet in your room. I don't know if he's actually resting or if he's having insomnia... His body can't take it if this continues. When you see him, you must comfort him properly."

Aiden was getting impatient.

How could this seemingly fragile and delicate little fellow become his chosen successor? How could he possibly win his favor?