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

The counterfeiter swallowed hard.

"Yes, I can rely on myself."

"I am the head of the Winston family. So what if he's a black devil? Power is in my hands, and no one can expose me..."

He was talking to himself like this, trying to hypnotize himself.

The best way to follow Wu Tu would have been for the fake to send someone to follow him, but he simply couldn't stand the feeling of being tortured.

The counterfeiter plans to go there in person to see what they're really planning.

So, right after Wu Tu and Ross landed in China, counterfeit goods followed suit.

The little guy had no idea they were being followed.

After landing, he didn't go to the training base or Coach Yu Jue's house, but went to the property he had bought.

Since he became wealthy, he bought a house in the capital near Yu Jue's home, so that he could rest at his own home if he wanted to return to China in the future.

However, because the little guy was always busy with training when he came over, and later had to stay abroad to take care of family matters, the house has been vacant for a long time since it was bought.

Wu Tu chose to go here because he felt that things were not over yet and there was no need to involve innocent people like Yu Jue.

So the little guy just wants to live here alone, searching for news of his father.

But to his surprise, when he opened the door, he saw Winston waiting for him there.

Winston looked at the black rabbit and opened his arms to the little guy.

The black rabbit immediately flew into its father's arms like a joyful bird or a fledgling swallow, causing Winston to take a step back.

Just as the father and son were having a tender moment, Ross, who was following behind, quietly closed the door.

Winston glanced at Ross, looking like he really wanted to get rid of this nuisance.

However, with so many people around, it was clear that Winston's idea was unrealistic.

So he could only ignore Ross, pick up the black rabbit, and walk towards the bedroom.

The little guy rarely sees his father again after such a long time; they've never been apart for this long before, usually only a few days.

Winston and Ulva are both people who can't bear missing their families and will soon return to them.

So now, the little guy doesn't care about anything else; his eyes haven't left his father.

Winston carried him to the bedroom, and the little guy could abandon all pretense of dignity and cling to his father like a cat, refusing to leave.

Winston looked at him too, he lifted the little guy up, and his tone was full of heartache:

"You've lost weight."

Wu Tu didn't know why, but just hearing his father say those few words made him unable to hold back his tears and sadness.

……

Ross could hear the little guy wailing even from outside.

Seeing such a black tusk, how could Winston not imagine the suffering his child had endured during this time?

How dare those people...

How dare you hurt his child...

In that instant, Winston's murderous intent was almost identical to that of his youth.

But his hands were still so gentle.

"Daddy... Waaah... Daddy..."

The little guy cried and screamed; at some point, his emotions overflowed.

Seeing his family again, a huge weight was lifted from his heart. In front of his most relied-upon and trusted relatives, the little guy was finally able to make a sound again, hoarsely screaming to release his pain.

When Winston heard the black rabbit speak again, his heartache deepened.

Growing up is always painful, like having your tendons pulled out or your bones ripped out.

But why does the black cat always suffer so much?

Does being soft and sensitive mean he has to endure more malice?

Winston also felt it was unfair and didn't understand it.

But now, all he can do is hold the little guy tightly, stroking him from head to toe over and over again, thinking, "It's good to be home."

Going home means I won't have to suffer anymore.

Winston listened to the little guy's whimpering complaints, how he had been locked up for so long, how scared he was that he would be replaced, how long it had been since he had seen his father, how much he missed him...

Winston's heart was bleeding.

He really wanted to kill all the demons in this world, and where justice and righteousness couldn't punish, Winston would naturally be there to punish them.

He now understands why the parents of bullied children would go to such lengths, risking their lives, to bring the perpetrators to justice.

Because all he wanted to see was Wu Tu's smiling face.

The black cat couldn't bear to part with Winston, but Winston couldn't bear to part with the black cat either.

During this past month or so, Winston has also been suffering and tormenting.

The little guy had cried himself to sleep, so during the break, he took a sip of water from his father's hand, then, with his red nose, asked his father:

"Dad, could you tell it was a fake at a glance?"

Winston replied without hesitation:

"certainly."

Because this is the child he raised himself.

He recognized the child as his own at first sight, based on his feelings and the connection of blood ties.

I was a soft, fluffy little kid, like a plush hot water bottle, with the smell of milk and rice on me.

He was a malnourished child at the age of twelve, whose whole body smelled of disinfectant and blood.

It was Winston who redeemed the child bit by bit with his blood and flesh.

His bones and blood were given to him by Winston.

They are the closest people in the world.

How could he not recognize his own child?

Winston didn't say these words aloud, but the crow understood what Winston was thinking.

The little one hugged his father's arm, sniffing his father's scent as he said:

"But I saw him too, and he looked almost exactly like me. How did you tell the difference?"

Winston replied, "Feeling."

Even Wutu was somewhat surprised by this answer.

He had never received this kind of answer from his all-powerful father.

But Winston used this to distinguish the black cat.

"That counterfeit was so perfect that it was impossible to tell the difference in a short time without a blood test."

"But the first time I saw him, I felt like he was afraid to look me in the eye."

"This kind of person definitely can't be my child."

Winston said slowly and deliberately:

"Whether Richard and the others noticed it or not, I didn't care. They probably realized something was wrong a little later."

"Besides, since the counterfeit goods are being delivered to our door, we'll definitely use them up and then throw them away. It just so happens that we can have him stand in the open and take the fall for you, and we can also use this opportunity to investigate the mastermind behind the previous shooting. That's why we're barely keeping him alive."

"But I didn't want to see him, so I made up an excuse to come here."

"We've been secretly sending people to look for you all this time. If the housekeeper hadn't stopped me, I would have gone to torture the counterfeiter to extract a confession if you hadn't come back soon."

Upon hearing this, the last vestige of bitterness in Wu Tu's heart vanished.

Although Winston didn't say how worried or anxious he was, Wutu understood the hint of panic and fear in his words.

The father was constantly worried about him, trapped in the pain of losing his child's whereabouts...