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

Despite feeling suffocated, Winston did not choose to escape.

He called the butler in.

The butler, who was over fifty years old, was seeing Mr. Winston like this for the first time.

At this moment, Winston sat behind his desk, looking at the documents and photos on it, his hands clasped together and pressed against his nose, tears streaming down his face like dried-up wells of despair.

Winston was filled with utter despair and agony.

"gentlemen……"

The butler spoke cautiously, awaiting Winston's instructions.

Winston lowered his head and hid himself in the shadows.

"Call the doctor over to give the black rabbit a check-up."

However, with Winston absent, Ultus was particularly resistant to even undergoing a physical examination.

He was like a puppy that had been wandering outside for a long time and had lost trust in humans.

Since there was no one trustworthy present, a group of doctors in white coats suddenly rushed into the room.

So the little guy could only arch his back, press himself tightly against the wall, and watch the doctors warily.

Fearing what the doctors might do to him, he simply overturned all the instruments and knives they had brought.

Even the caregivers who tried to restrain him were hit several times by the little guy.

When Winston walked over, stood in the doorway and looked at him, and caught sight of the familiar figure of the Black Rabbit, he immediately went limp and stopped moving.

Even when the nurse was startled and accidentally pricked the baby, the little guy seemed completely oblivious.

Under the intense gaze of the black eagle, Winston, who was standing at the door, stepped into the room and saw the various wounds on the black eagle's body, hidden beneath its clothes.

Some of them were abused by their aunts and uncles when they were young, some had surgical scars, and some were self-inflicted injuries from falls, sprains, fractures, and bruises during training...

Because Wu Tu's skin was very fair, the wounds all over his body were extremely conspicuous on what could have been a flawless body.

Now, Wutu's body looks like a worthless, broken corpse.

Even the nurses and doctors nearby were shocked when they saw the wounds all over his body.

With trembling hands, they reported the extent of the injury to the black ox.

The little guy even has his own deformed bones that have healed.

When the doctor asked him why he wasn't getting treatment, the little guy was quite nonchalant:

"I have no money."

As Winston listened to the little guy's words, his gaze fell on the black rabbit's body. In his icy blue eyes, complex emotions, like a deep-sea glacier, almost enveloped the little guy.

He wanted to ask why the little guy was so hurt, why the little guy was suffering so much, and why he didn't come to find his father...

But in the end, Winston couldn't utter a single word.

The black leopard that lives like a wild dog, the black leopard that raises its sharp thorns, the black leopard that no longer trusts others... all of this has its reasons and is understandable.

His child, after suffering so much, finally came to him.

He failed in his duty as a father.

He has no right to discipline the little guy.

Wu Tu quietly watched the doctor's actions, seeing the doctor standing in front of him discussing treatment plans and bandaging his wounds.

After a while, the little guy raised his head in confusion and looked at Winston:

"Don't you want my organs? Why are you bandaging me up?"

Winston was taken aback: "What would I do with your organs?"

The black rabbit answered expressionlessly and seriously, "Because it's valuable."

Winston sighed, sat down, looked at the black rabbit, and handed him the test report.

"When I first saw you, I felt that you were familiar. I can't forget your eyes, so I wanted to get closer to you."

"I didn't bring you home for any particular reason, I just wanted to do it."

"Following this feeling, I did a DNA test. Do you remember your mother? She passed away when you were two years old; you shouldn't remember her."

"Your mother went abroad at that time and gave birth to you there. I am your father."

"Biological father".

"Before this, I didn't know you existed, nor did I know you were wandering outside... Although no one told me, it was my fault for bringing you into this world and making you suffer like this."

"Can you give me another chance? I can at least offer you excellent conditions... and fatherly love."

Looking at Winston, Wutu seemed to show little excitement beyond disbelief in his eyes.

Perhaps he has given up hope.

After all, he wasn't there when the little guy lost his mother, he wasn't there when he got a terminal illness, he didn't appear when he went to a foreign country for treatment, and he didn't appear when the little guy was struggling to survive here.

How could a child of that age not resent his father?

Winston looked at the black rabbit.

He knew he had to proceed step by step.

But just as Winston was about to pull his hand back, the black clown suddenly grabbed it.

They gripped it very, very tightly, as if they were using all their strength.

It was as if he was afraid that the person who carried his only hope would suddenly disappear.

Winston stared blankly as the black rabbit grabbed his hand.

Wu Tu's hands, covered in wounds, covered the back of his hand, like a child's.

Even her movements were like a child's; she was afraid of being separated from the adult, so she stubbornly clung to him. She held on tightly, clinging to him as if she wanted to fasten a knot for life and death.

Then, drops of tears fell onto their clasped hands.

The little one cried silently.

Those tears were scalding hot.

It almost struck Winston's heart.

Winston wondered, somewhat bewildered... why?

But before he could figure out what the little creature was thinking, he saw it suddenly curl up again.

"Is his stomach ailment acting up?"

The doctors immediately went into the room to examine the little black rabbit, but even now, despite being in so much pain and sweating profusely, the little guy refused to let go of Winston.

Winston could only awkwardly pat his head:

"I won't leave, I'll stay here with you."

Only then did Wu Tu release her grip.

Winston was unaware that it was precisely because Ulva had endured an extremely dark childhood that he was forced to yearn for genuine love.

No matter what it is—family, love, or friendship—Wu Tu appears detached from everything, but she often gets lost in her fantasies.

I wish someone would come and take me away, and say that Wu Tu is their long-lost child.

But Wu Tu never expected that this absurd plot would actually be true.

He instinctively grasped Winston's hand to confirm that the man was real and not a figment of his imagination.

However, it seems the doctor is going to give him painkillers; if he's anesthetized, he won't be able to look at Winston clearly.

He doesn't want anesthesia...

Do not……

The little guy struggled, but this time the doctor was prepared and immediately started the IV fluid into the black rabbit's vein.

Unable to resist, the black rabbit fell asleep.

He slept like a log.

During this time, Cooper came to find Ulva, and after meeting Winston, he finally learned that Winston was Ulva's father.