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

The little guy almost couldn't hold back his tears when he heard those words.

He also recalled the first time he met his father, when he thought his father was a hero sent by his mother, who had fallen from the sky.

Even now, his father is still protecting him. Even during his coma, he has a vision far beyond that of ordinary people, paving the way for Wutu.

And it's the same now. Even if Dad loses his memory, he still remembers his emotions, his body, and his soul.

The little guy wanted to cry, but he didn't want to shed tears in front of his father. He was afraid that his father would find out that he had been wronged recently, and Winston would feel sorry for him.

So the little guy could only wipe away his tears and say to Aiden:

"Are you hungry? This is a meal I made, it's very healthy and will help you recover quickly. It has your favorite black truffles, Mr. Aiden, and pan-fried fish."

Aiden looked at the black tusk in front of him. This little guy was so different from the black tusk he had imagined.

He thought that such a fragile, delicate child who would throw tantrums and cry at the drop of a hat would be spoiled rotten by him in the future, and that she would be a spoiled brat who would ask for money and throw a tantrum whenever she saw her father.

But what's going on with this child in front of him who even prepared a big meal for him and acted as if he had been mistreated?

Aiden frowned, but Ulva was still confused:

"This is your favorite dish, why are you angry...?"

As he spoke, Wu Tu became sad.

Winston really spoiled him too much, making him unable to tolerate even the slightest grievance with his father:

"Dad hasn't woken up for so long... and I'm not even angry with you, are you still going to hate me?"

Aiden felt a pang of heartache seeing the little guy so upset, and explained directly, "I just never told anyone that I like to eat fish."

The black rabbit then realized:

"Yes. Dad doesn't like to tell others his preferences. I figured it out myself! You probably don't even realize it, but you frown slightly when you eat something you don't like."

Aiden frowned as he looked at the black rabbit in front of him, but the little guy picked up the mirror:

"Yes, just like now! When Daddy is unhappy, the corners of his mouth turn down a little, and when he's happy, he gives off a very gentle look in his eyes, and even his eyes become a bit bluer, especially clear and bright—it's my favorite color!"

Aiden watched the little guy chatter away, meowing and babbling incessantly, whenever he talked about his father. He found it a bit noisy, but he also felt a strange, light feeling in his heart.

Moreover, the little guy is particularly good at reading people's expressions; even with his expressionless face, the little guy can tell what kind of emotion he is feeling.

Aiden immediately realized that they must be people who spend every day together.

Moreover, he could also see the sensitivity and tenderness hidden beneath the surface of Wu Tu's appearance.

This little guy must have experienced something bad during his childhood, otherwise he would never have imagined that a child who was spoiled rotten by his father would have such a temper.

Aiden felt a surge of displeasure at this thought.

He could barely contain his anger, and seeing how close Wu Tu was to him, he seemed unhappy as well.

Because he could tell that Wutu was looking at someone else through him.

That version of myself more than a decade from now.

That was Wutu's real father.

Aiden touched his chest. He had never felt so many emotions churning within him; he couldn't believe it.

Could it be that he was captivated just by looking at the little guy and saying a few words to him?

When Wu Tu saw Aiden clutching his chest, he thought Aiden was in pain and tried to go over to him, but Aiden dodged him.

But when Aiden looked up, about to warn Wutu, he was speechless at Wutu's pitiful, blinking, wet puppy-like expression.

Aiden didn't say a word, but just dodged the black crow, feeling as if he had bullied the little guy.

But Wu Tu said nonchalantly, "It's alright, I understand. You don't recognize me now."

Even though his expression looked so disappointed, he was still putting on a brave face.

This willingness to sacrifice one's own feelings...

Aiden's face was grim; he didn't know what was causing it, perhaps it was jealousy of Winston.

He told Wu Tu his thoughts:

"Yes, I am not your father, and I am not the one who took care of you. I have no such memories. The person who loved you the most, the person who spent so much time with you, was not me."

But after Aiden finished being stubborn, he added:

"But once this body regains its senses, I will disappear and bring your father back."

"Don't be sad. If he cares about you, he will wake up as soon as possible."

Wu Tu shook her head: "No. Dad is Dad."

"Whether it was Aiden Winston before, or my current father, or even my 100-year-old father, he is still my father."

"Even if you don't remember me, I still love you. I swore that my baby will always love Daddy..." This is also every child's nature.

The little guy rushed into Aiden's arms without hesitation. Although he was prepared to be pushed away, Aiden didn't dare to touch him at all and could only let him hold him, falling into a long-lost embrace.

My father's embrace was still as broad and warm as ever.

Sensing the familiar presence, Wutu responded to Aiden's words:

"Thanks to my father, I didn't die from illness or suicide. He gave me everything: new life, family, love, and happiness."

"So it doesn't matter if you can't remember anymore, as long as you're alive, that's what makes me happiest."

"I only wish you health, happiness, and a long life... Mr. Aiden."

As Aiden listened to the little guy's words, he suddenly understood what Richard had said.

Wu Tu was indeed the person who cared about him the most in the world.

The little guy was someone whose bloodline and kinship would remain closely intertwined with his fate thereafter.

It's surprising that Winston, now older, could receive such genuine family affection; how could Aiden not feel other emotions?

But even if he became fierce, just as the little guy said, and even said to the black rabbit:

"I have killed people. In my memory, I have killed countless people. They are all waiting for me in hell."

"And the me who came after you, who raised you, who made you admire and adore me so much, did it all for my own selfish desires. He will cause you pain. You must have been well protected by him, right? You must have never seen any hardship, right?"

"Someone as fragile and prone to acting spoiled as you, do you think you can hold onto the position of head of the family? They'll tear you apart and devour you, leaving not even bones behind."

"You'd better not trust anyone, not even my confidants."

"They covet everything about you—your youth, your beauty, your ostentatious wealth. They'll all be drooling over you. If I truly cared about you, I wouldn't leave you alone to guard your vast fortune."

Ultus watched as Aiden began attacking himself.

Even the young Aiden could immediately understand the predicament the little guy was in and pointed it out sharply.

He sensed the concern in Aiden's words.

Wu Tu silently removed the ring from her own hand and put it on Aiden:

"I took action too, dealing with the traitor. Now I'm one of your kind."

"If you're a monster, then so am I."