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

As Winston listened to the doctor's diagnosis, he turned his head and saw that the little guy's expression was no longer as empty as before.

His attention was completely focused on the ice cream, his legs swinging back and forth, simply happy to be eating such delicious food.

You see, from the very beginning, Winston only wanted the little guy to become that kind of person, a carefree child.

But now, their attempt to make amends comes too late.

Richard followed behind Wutu, his eyes also showing the same heartache.

Although he has now been stripped of his princely status and is merely the eldest son of the Winston family and the bodyguard of the Black Rabbit.

But that doesn't stop Richard from caring about his brother.

After Richard lost all his identities, contrary to outsiders' malicious speculations, his family did not engage in a bitter internal struggle.

Because those Winston members they fear now share the same goal:

Love the black rabbit.

Richard never wanted those identities. As the eldest son of the Winston family, his family's wealth and resources from childhood were enough for him to squander for a lifetime.

In fact, what Richard envied most was Ulva's favoritism towards Winston.

That's why he was jealous of Winston's close relationship with Ulquiorra and of Kaylan's friendship with Ulquiorra.

He also wanted to tear off his disguise in front of Wutu and let Wutu accept the real him, who was like a cold-blooded animal.

When Richard was in power, he thought that as long as he didn't involve the black rabbit, he would be fine, and as long as the little guy stayed put, that would be enough.

Little did they know, the little guy was never a fragile baby; he would be the strongest guardian and the most resilient rose.

Richard regretted it, and he blamed himself countless times. If he had just given up his position to Wutu, would the little guy have been spared such grievances?

If he paid more attention to the little guy's feelings and looked at the black cat more often, he wouldn't let the little guy see the dark house and wouldn't let him feel lonely.

His current remorse has made Richard almost the sharpest knife in Wu Tu's hand, and a close bodyguard to Wu Tu like a suicide soldier.

But now, Richard, like Winston, feels he's not good enough.

They didn't notice the little guy's emotions at all.

The black worm really hid its thoughts too well.

Like the quietest, most patient rabbit, it hardly makes a sound. When it finally protests, it's already in excruciating pain, a desperate wail that can't be endured any longer.

As Richard thought about this, his heartache became even more pronounced.

But the little guy didn't care about any of that.

He got tired of eating, so he put down his food and wanted to clean up the trash, but standing next to the trash can, he felt that he was the trash that should be cleaned up.

Seeing that the little guy was trying to crawl inside, Richard rushed over and pulled him back, took out a handkerchief to wipe the little guy's mouth and face, and tidied up the things before he could.

Winston and his team had already reached an agreement to carefully observe and raise the black tufts.

Now, it's clear that those who raise baby black tamarisk should develop new, more suitable breeding manuals.

So on the way back, if Ulva saw anything that interested her, even if she only glanced at it, Winston and Richard would take turns grabbing it.

When he returned from the hospital, the house was filled with all sorts of meaningless things.

The little guy was so tired, just like when he went to the hospital, that he fell asleep in Winston's arms.

Because he had a lot of blood drawn for tests, and was also mentally exhausted, the little guy's skin looked almost transparently white.

Winston and the others could only treat the little guy like a porcelain doll, carefully carrying the black rabbit back to their room.

After that, the little guy started sleeping more each day.

The Winston family doted on the little guy and didn't have time to correct him, letting him sleep almost day and night. Whenever he was sleepy, he would fall asleep immediately.

But the little guy doesn't really trust their embraces anymore.

As a result, the housekeeper had to set up deck chairs or small tents in every corner of the manor and in every suitable place to sleep, so that the little guy could fall asleep anywhere whenever he wanted.

Winston, like a cat owner, would occasionally check to see which bed the little guy would sleep in next.

And the little guy's appetite has also become less vigorous. Even when it comes to Chinese food that he likes, he will only eat a few bites.

So now every day when Winston comes home, I make it a habit to bring him desserts or snacks, and small gifts.

Moreover, whenever the little one eats a little more at the dinner table, the whole family will sincerely praise him:

"What a good baby! You eat so well, that's great!"

His family now treats him like a baby.

Moreover, it was all American-style education, coupled with complete obedience.

Even if the little guy comes over and hugs Winston, he'll be praised.

And all of it came from the heart.

True family members are those who genuinely rejoice at even the smallest progress their child makes.

They were trying to make up for it, so they were showering the little one with love.

Let the little guy realize that the previous lonely and desolate manor, where no one cared about him... was all an illusion.

In addition, the psychologist also said that it's okay to give the little one some stimulation.

So they'll also sneak up from time to time, picking up the completely unsuspecting little rabbit and cuddling it close. At that moment, they can suckle on the little creature's softest belly and shout loudly at it:

Good morning, baby! Your favorite Lilith is here.

"Baby, Helena really loves you so much, I can't live without you, come abroad with me..."

"Baby, do you like Daddy or Kailan the most? If you answer wrong, I'll punish you by making you eat two bites of cake less."

……

At first, Wu Tu acted like a cat being hugged, disgusted and trying to push them away.

But as they got closer and closer, the little guy gradually got tired and couldn't struggle anymore.

He experienced a kind of family treachery that felt like a home invasion robbery.

However, sometimes they do push the little guy to his limit.

The black cat would get so angry that it would pull out its notebook or phone and start writing furiously, intending to protest.

But when they saw the little guy with a serious face, pulling out his phone, typing away, and then stomping his feet as if trying to explain, they found him especially adorable.

So cute that I forgot all about arguing with the little one for a moment; my expression instantly changed to:

"Oh my, the baby is so cute! You're right, you're always right."

Wu Tu: Just because I look like this, does that mean you can stop listening to me?

This is a bad habit!

The little guy was so anxious that he wanted to run to Winston to complain, but when he was anxious, he easily forgot how to spell the words and only remembered his mother tongue, pinyin and Mandarin.