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

It was clear that Winston was telling him that he had crossed Winston's line.

His eyes just now were filled with murderous intent.

However, Kaylan stood outside the door, scratched her hair, and went back to her room without a care.

Kaylan had often tricked his brothers when they were kids, so he didn't take this to heart at all. Instead, he went straight to the liquor cabinet by the bed and opened a bottle of whiskey.

"What? Photos? Aiden warned me I can't post them."

Kailan propped her feet up on the coffee table, comfortably replying to the constantly flashing messages on her phone.

"I'm not lying, Winston treats him like the apple of his eye, he's such a treasure. I can't even keep him around to grow closer to the little guy."

"If I actually dared to tell Winston about my idea of ​​kidnapping someone, he would definitely send me to the other side of the world immediately, so I could never come back."

"...Tsk. Believe it or not."

Just as Kalan was about to put down his phone, he received an urgent call.

At that moment, Winston and Richard both received that urgent telegram.

They left quietly, without disturbing the crow's sweet dream.

When Wutu woke up in the morning, the manor had returned to normal.

But the harsh winter is merciless, leaving little room for maneuver.

In this cold winter, the little guy's condition began to worsen.

At first, the little guy just started sleeping for no reason, regardless of time or place.

Even if he is eating or reading with his father, Wutu will suddenly fall into a deep sleep without any warning.

To prevent the black rabbit from falling and injuring itself, Winston immediately had every corner of the manor quietly covered with thick carpets.

The little guy had no idea what was happening. He only found that he seemed to fall asleep without realizing it. One second he was with Richard during his rehabilitation, and the next second it was already dark, Richard was gone, and his father was with him.

My father's face looked a little haggard. He always took good care of his appearance and maintained a perfect image.

But surprisingly, he hasn't shaved off his newly sprouted stubble these past two days.

The suit Dad was wearing was the same one Wutu had seen yesterday; it was already a bit wrinkled and he hadn't had time to change it yet.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

The little guy sensed something was wrong from Winston's tired expression.

But hidden deep beneath his exhaustion was Winston's heartache and reluctance to part.

A monster who has just come to understand family affection, and a thug in a suit who has just begun to experience the seven emotions and six desires.

It was also the first time I experienced the taste of heartbreak.

That is, God wants to take away what is most precious and cherished by Him.

Winston's icy blue eyes had become bloodshot at some point. He patted the little guy's head:

"Dad's here, you'll be alright."

In that instant, Wu Tu understood something.

He smiled at Winston, his eyes still sparkling with the happiness he had finally found, just like before.

The little guy didn't seem to feel any pain or reluctance about not having much time left.

He seemed to want to comfort his father, but he was powerless and didn't have the energy.

The black tusk continued to sleep intermittently, and the pace of life in the manor seemed to slow down as well.

Kaylan and Richard have been living here, seemingly wanting to keep Ulva company.

But ever since the little guy became seriously ill, even seeing Wu Tu has become a luxury for them.

The little guy spends most of his time in his room. Apart from the medical team who can come and go as they please, even the butler needs Winston's permission to enter.

It seemed that Winston was deliberately avoiding something. It was as if the fewer people he saw, the better he could pretend that nothing had happened and that the sick little guy was just a hallucination.

The hallucinations tormented him.

Until the little guy started vomiting blood, the sharp pain kept him awake. He struggled to get up and instinctively called out in the darkness.

He called out, "Mom."

Winston rushed over and hugged the little creature tightly, but he couldn't respond to its cries. He could only gently pat its back, just as he had done at the beginning, and say:

"sorry……"

"sorry……"

It's all Dad's fault, Dad regrets it.

If Winston could go back in time, he would definitely do everything he could to help Ulva keep her mother.

Even if they never meet again in their entire lives, it's fine.

As long as the black worm can be happy...

The little guy had no idea what Winston's expression was like in the dark, but he couldn't care less.

He was in so much pain, why was he still in so much pain before he died...?

The pain was unbearable for him.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't accept his own death.

"Dad, I don't want to die... I'm so afraid of pain, Dad, it hurts so much..."

Winston was heartbroken.

The doctors and housekeeper who rushed over upon hearing the noise couldn't help but tear up when they saw the pool of blood in front of Wu Tu.

How could such a small person vomit so much blood?

As the doctor took the black rabbit away, Richard, who was watching from the sidelines, slammed his fist hard against the wall next to him.

They didn't even have the right to question anyone, because it was fate that took the black rabbit away.

The little guy was transferred back to St. Ottoman Hospital.

His condition made home treatment impossible. Even though Winston had set up a private treatment room for him, some of the latest medical equipment had not yet arrived and was only available in hospitals.

So when the little guy woke up, he found himself back where it all started.

At that time, neither his father nor his brothers were present.

Wu Tu was unusually free of physical pain, so he decided to push the IV stand out of bed and walk around.

He hadn't walked in a long time.

To prevent Winston from noticing the worsening of his condition, he carried the black rabbit with him the whole time.

The black rabbit rarely gets to stand on the ground, and the moment its feet touched the ground, its legs almost gave way and it fell.

"I didn't realize my health had deteriorated to this extent..."

The little guy muttered to himself, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

He used the IV stand for support and struggled for a while before he was able to steady himself and slowly walk out.

As the doctors passed by, Wu Tu walked to another VIP ward and unexpectedly saw Winston standing inside.

There were other people in the ward, their expressions serious, discussing something with a young man on the bed.

"Cyrus is in a bad situation. They're after the Winston family's inheritance and they even tampered with the car... It's outrageous."

"I have already burned that branch of the family to death in the house, but Cyrus needs a suitable organ to replace him, otherwise we will have to abandon him and support a new patriarch."

"But finding so many matching organs in such a short time is too difficult..."

"Let's prepare for the other side."

The black cat listened to everything they said.

He subconsciously shook his head in his mind:

No, don't... don't do that to him.

As someone teetering on the brink of death, he certainly didn't want anyone else to be abandoned and pushed away by their former family, just like him.