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

The cub seems to be saying, "It's Daddy who's making it rain."

Dad was so sad that tears welled up in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Winston tried to wipe away the cub's tears, but the cub grabbed his hand.

The little blind boy touched his father, and Winston, seeing this, quickly put his face close to his.

The cub used its two tiny paws to locate its father's eyes, nose, and cheeks before leaning over and kissing his eyes.

"Don't let it rain."

Winston didn't say anything.

After a while, the cub asked, "Why isn't Daddy talking?"

Helena, standing nearby, replied, "Your dad is overheating and is responding late."

The cub tilted its head, seemingly not understanding Helena's meaning.

But Helena couldn't help but praise him: "As expected of my son, his sweet talk is so smooth, he even made Winston lose his mind."

The cub looked up at Helena and asked, "Am I not a bad cub, but a good cub? My eyes are all ruined, I'm not normal anymore."

Helena patted him: "How could that be? Your eyes are damaged, but you're so cute. With a cuteness score of 500 billion, you're probably the most outstanding kid in the entire universe, right?"

"Besides, you're the kind of person who can make Winston cry."

The cub grumbled, "That's because Daddy is very fragile, and I want to protect Daddy."

Helena nodded upon hearing this: "Alright, it seems your eyesight isn't very good, you little blind man."

Everyone felt that Winston, the black dragon, was vulnerable.

What can the cub use to protect Winston? Can it even protect one of Winston's thumbcaps?

"But, they are really cute..."

Helena murmured to herself, unable to resist pinching the cub's face:

"What about me? Won't my little one protect me? I'm so vulnerable too."

The cub hesitated for a moment.

But it's already very difficult for him, a mere child, to protect his father.

But Helena is also very pitiful.

The little one thought for a moment, then got off the chair, holding his father's hand with one hand and Helena's hand with the other, the little one with a big heart.

"Okay, I'll protect you too..."

Before Helena could even rejoice, Winston picked up the cub and said to her:

"If you want cubs, have another one yourself. What's the point of always taking mine?"

Helena laughed: "Is that so? Then it's alright if I tell the cubs about your childhood stories?"

Winston remained silent for a moment, then could only say to the cub:

"Helena has guards, so you should protect her less."

The cub nodded solemnly, leading Winston and Helena by the hand on either side.

In fact, Helena waved her hand, and all the obstacles in the corridor ahead were moved to a distance by her mental power.

In reality, they are the parents who protect and safeguard their cubs.

Unfortunately, the little guy is too young and doesn't have a good sense of direction. Even after all the obstacles have been cleared away, he still falls flat on his face.

Winston's heart broke when he saw his child fall; he felt like he wanted to pry up the uneven paving stones.

It was Morin who upgraded and improved the airship she had made for the cub, and now the little guy can move around the house entirely on the airship.

Moreover, the control system inside is controlled by advanced AI, and is one of the Empire's giant computing machines. It can drive itself completely, ensuring that the cub will never crash into a wall again.

And the little guy has no idea that someone is actually helping him drive.

The little guy thinks he's a great pilot.

Seeing the cub in this state, yet not crying or making a fuss at all, the butler couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

"Poor child..."

After all, the butler was experienced. Although he worked with powerful and aloof people like Winston, he also had his own children and knew that ordinary children all hoped to receive praise from their elders.

So now, whenever the butler sees a cub, he starts praising him:

"Your Highness? Your flying skills have improved again today, that's wonderful."

"Your Highness is such a good eater! He can even use a spoon to eat by himself. He's the best little baby ever."

"Your Highness, can you brush your teeth by yourself now? You are the best toothbrusher in the world."

The baby is praised to the point of euphoria that from the moment he opens his eyes in the morning and fumbles to put on his clothes, he can wait for others to praise him.

Winston and the others followed suit, praising the little guy to the skies. Except for a few who exaggerated the descriptions, the little guy now completely believed that he was the most well-behaved and adorable baby.

They are never saddened by their inability to see.

However, because of the little one's condition, they dared not leave the cub alone and took turns caring for the baby.

Even if the little guy can't see his family members' faces, he can still tell who's holding him just by their scent.

Besides his father, the cub also likes other people who spend a lot of time with him.

However, the little one insists on sleeping with his dad at night.

Otherwise, he will still cry in the middle of the night.

One time, Richard checked the time and found it was really late; the little guy had fallen asleep in his bed while playing, so he said to Winston:

"Let him sleep here, so as not to wake him."

As Winston looked at the little guy, he remembered that the butler and Helena had both advised him that he was seriously anxious about anything involving cubs.

I'm afraid the cubs will develop a rebellious attitude towards Winston's control over them later on.

So, seeing that the little one's relationship with his older siblings was getting better and better, Winston could only silently leave Richard's room, saying:

"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning."

But when Winston returned to his room, he was shocked to find that it was like a showroom—cold, sparsely furnished, and extremely empty.

Strange... Before, just having a little cub sleeping with him made Winston feel especially cozy in his room, and he felt more relaxed than ever before.

It's just like a real home...

Even though the little guy was so tiny when he was sleeping in bed, taking up less than a pillow's worth of space, Winston felt that everything was so empty without the cub.

It's so quiet.

It's so cold.

Just like his life when he had no cubs.

Winston sat slumped in his chair, unable to sleep, his mind filled with the image of the cubs sleeping, always needing Winston to hold them tightly.

I wonder if Richard knows about this. Does he know that he has to hold the cub while sleeping? ...Should he go back and tell Richard?

Winston stood up, walked down the long corridor, and came to Richard's door, but then worried that knocking would wake the cubs.

So he stood at the door for a while, then went back inside.

Winston sat back in his chair, then realized he'd forgotten to tell Richard that the little guy also liked being patted on the back at night…