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

Wu Tu retreated in disbelief, but accidentally kicked the IV stand with a thud.

"Who?"

Winston immediately became alert, and when he went outside to check, there was no one there.

The black hawk hiding around the corner was startled.

This cold and imposing father was something Wutu had never seen before. The little guy was a bit frightened, and he instinctively felt that perhaps his father didn't want him to know anything about the person in the hospital bed.

But that person looked so much like Winston that anyone with eyes could tell he must be Winston's child and also the brother of the Black Rabbit.

I never expected him to be so badly injured.

Wu Tu knew that his father was not the kind of person who would abandon his family. Even his father said those things, which meant that his brother's condition was really dangerous.

Suddenly, other thoughts popped into Wutu's mind.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone suddenly appeared behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

The little guy subconsciously thought he was still at home, and as usual, he sneaked out for some fresh air, only to be discovered by the housekeeper.

He immediately put on a pitiful expression, ready to plead his mistake, only to find that the person behind him was not the butler.

Although he wasn't the housekeeper, he was still a familiar face to Wutu.

"Uncle Cooper!"

That's right, the person who came was Cooper, the legal representative of the hospital who picked up Wu Tu when he first landed abroad.

Even Cooper was surprised.

Even though he hadn't helped the little guy at all, and they had only spent a short time together, Wu Tu still remembered him and seemed very surprised.

That was genuine joy, and Cooper wouldn't mistake it.

This emotion is different from the fake smiles put on by adults.

Cooper felt better after receiving such genuine affection and kindness from the little guy.

And the little guy thanked him very sincerely:

"Thank you for taking care of me when I first arrived, and for thinking of protecting me back then... Thank you so much..."

Cooper's perpetually icy expression softened, and he adjusted his glasses:

"No, I just did what an adult should do."

But anyone who knows Cooper can tell that he was clearly in a good mood after being praised.

However, when Cooper asked about the little guy's health, the little guy's silence made Cooper realize that his condition had reached a very serious stage...

Cooper lowered his hand.

"...I'm sorry, I don't know how to comfort you."

Cooper always speaks the truth. He can only argue with others about legal provisions, but he can't say a single soft word to coax a child.

The black rabbit gently shook its head: "It's alright."

"By the way, uncle, are you a lawyer?"

Cooper nodded, and under his questioning gaze, the little guy gave a pale, weak smile:

"Because I want to leave behind a will or something, so..."

Cooper pushed up his glasses again, but this time he was trying to hide his lapse in composure.

For a child who is only ten years old to say such things is truly...

"Uncle, is your consultation fee very expensive?"

Although his father gave him some pocket money, Wu Tu stayed at home all the time and never used any money, so he had no idea how much money was in his account.

Therefore, he was unaware that Winston had already set up a personal foundation in his name.

These assets could easily support Cooper until his retirement.

However, Cooper doesn't need the little guy to pay any fees.

He crouched down and said to the black rabbit:

"It's alright, I can help you. It's just a suggestion, it won't interfere with my work."

The little guy finally showed a relieved smile.

There were some things he didn't want his father to do for him, because handling the funeral arrangements was too painful for his family who cared about him.

So the little guy asked Cooper to take him along.

Wu Tu had thought it over. He didn't need to hold a funeral. There were only a few people he cared about, and only a few people cared about his existence.

But Wutu still wanted to leave something behind for this world.

Leave something for Dad, for his family.

So he asked Cooper to take him to the nearest photo studio.

It was only then that Wu Tu realized that people abroad didn't like to use black and white for funeral photos.

They prefer to use color graduation photos, or more formal work photos.

The little guy, sitting in his wheelchair, carefully chose his photo in the studio for quite a while before finally saying to the photographer:

"Let's take a formal photo like this then."

The photographer sat in front of the camera, looking at the black rabbit's smiling face with its eyes crinkling, feeling somewhat helpless:

"Are you taking a photo for your student ID? You'd better be serious, or your school won't accept it."

The little guy laughed and said, "No, I want this photo to show me smiling."

The photographer was about to say something when Cooper, standing behind him, patted him on the shoulder and nodded.

"Just listen to him."

The photographer had no choice but to shoot according to the client's request. After working on it for a while, he couldn't help but ask:

"May I leave your photo here for display?"

Although he had some reservations about Wutu's smile earlier, he had to admit that the little guy was really beautiful and very photogenic, like a child star. His smile was very infectious, making everyone who saw it want to smile back.

The black rabbit said, "Sure."

The photographer nodded: "By the way, what size do you want?"

Wu Tu: "What size portrait is usually used for the deceased?"

The photographer fell silent.

He looked up in disbelief at Wu Tu, then looked down at him sitting in his wheelchair, and finally understood.

Even though their place is very close to the hospital, many people come here to have their portraits taken for a funeral.

But Wu Tu was too young. The photographer never imagined that such a small and adorable child would face such suffering.

So the photographer said, "You can make it any size you want, even if you want to display it in Times Square, I'll take care of it."

The black rabbit chuckled, "Thank you, the normal size is fine."

He seems to have inexhaustible energy today; he hasn't felt this good in a long time.

Perhaps it was because the black tu patted itself as it left, earnestly telling itself:

"Just hang in there a little longer."

"Hang in there a little longer."

Therefore, the organs that have worked diligently for him for more than ten years are willing to persevere for Wu Tu to the end.

But Cooper, who was with the black rabbit, couldn't stand it anymore:

"Should we go back?"

The black rabbit shook its head, almost pleadingly saying:

"Give me a little more time..."

There's still one thing he hasn't done.

Cooper carried the black rabbit to the seaside.

The sea breeze was strong, and Cooper wouldn't let Ut get out of the car. He got out himself, leaving Ut alone.