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

Because he was worried that the little guy wouldn't understand English, Winston spoke only in Chinese.

But the little guy didn't react at all, like a soulless puppet, nestled obediently in his arms.

Except for the moment Winston covered his eyes.

Perhaps because he couldn't see his mother, the little one struggled slightly, showing signs of wanting to resist.

But upon hearing Winston's voice, he stopped moving.

Seeing the little guy's blank expression, Winston couldn't help but feel anxious.

After such a terrible ordeal, the black rabbit neither cried nor made a fuss, which worried Winston that it was bottling up its feelings.

"Sweetie, Daddy's here. Can you cry for a bit?"

"Mom is leaving you, but don't be afraid, Dad will protect you from now on."

"Please, just have a cry..."

Winston released one hand and stroked the little guy's tender face.

When his fingertips brushed against the corner of the little guy's eye, tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

"Mom is gone..."

The little guy quietly repeated what Winston said.

Winston replied gently, "Yes, Mom went to a very, very far place. Before she left, she asked Dad to take care of the baby."

Wu Tu was not old enough to understand life and death; he only vaguely sensed that he might never see his mother again.

The little one's voice gradually turned tearful:

"Mother……"

Wu Tu has always seemed quiet, from the age of twelve to the age of two.

Even in this situation, the little guy just silently sheds tears.

His red eyes and pursed lips made him look so pitiful that it softened anyone's heart.

Winston was at a loss for what to do and wished he could cut his heart out and give it to Ulva so that he would know how much he loved him.

He was at a loss when it came to dealing with Wutu when he was twelve years old.

And the two-year-old cicada had him completely under its thumb.

Winston held the child, busy caring for the little one who had lost his mother, while also dealing with the body of the little one's birth mother.

After all, she was the mother of the black clown; Winston couldn't possibly let her be left among unclaimed corpses.

Letting the little one say goodbye to its mother properly will also help the black rabbit resolve a knot in its heart when it grows up.

By the time Winston finished dealing with everything and took the children home, several hours had passed.

The little one was quiet the whole time. Only when saying goodbye to his mother did he take her hand, put his face against it, and rub it against her.

Like a naive and ignorant little animal, relying on instinct to act cute towards its family.

When the little guy returned to Winston's arms, he automatically nestled against Winston's chest and began to doze off.

Even Winston, the fake new dad, could tell the little guy was sleepy.

After all, everything tonight had taken a toll on his mind.

Seeing this, Winston gently patted the child's back, trying to lull him to sleep.

But no matter how sleepy the black cat was, it refused to close its eyes.

It feels like something is wrong.

The little guy didn't have any extra clothes; he was just wrapped in Winston's coat.

The clothes that fit Winston perfectly were then draped over the little guy, covering him completely so that only his face was left exposed.

And there was a little bit of the little guy's toes peeking out from the crook of his arm, his round toes unconsciously curling up and then curling up again.

Like a kitten that can't control its tail.

This feeling of being enveloped makes a child feel secure. But at this moment, the little one squirmed a few times, whimpering, as if he was a little uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because I feel unwell or because I'm having trouble sleeping.

Winston had never taken care of such a young child before and had absolutely no experience.

The little experience I had with raising children before is no longer applicable to Wutu, who is two years old.

The little one is already very well-behaved and good; he is much more patient than other children his age.

But he was still just a two-year-old baby.

A frail life that needs constant care from its parents.

Because he always remembered his mother telling him to be good, to listen, not to make a fuss, and not to cry, the little guy remained quiet and didn't cause his mother any trouble.

It's already very difficult for a mother to take care of her child alone and venture out into the world.

But now I don't have a mother anymore.

The unfamiliar yet comforting scent of Winston surrounded him.

The little black crow was bewildered and helpless, but it endured the pain. It would never have shown any discomfort unless it was starving to the extreme.

Winston was just about to ask someone who looked like the mother when he heard a loud rumbling sound from the baby's stomach.

Winston stopped and looked down.

The little one felt his father's gaze and shyly tried to bury his face.

He shrank back slightly before quietly defending himself:

"It's not the baby crying, it's the tummy that's making noise, not the baby talking."

"Daddy, little Bao, be good, don't leave little Bao."

Winston now realized what he had forgotten.

But it was already late at night, and this was a suburban area, so Winston couldn't find formula or baby food for the child.

He could only call his assistant and ask them to help him buy supplies for the child in the city.

When Winston carried the little guy home, the children's supplies arrived at the same time.

Winston was thinking of calling the butler down to help when someone else acted faster than him.

"Baby! Big brother's here!!"

Because of his agility, Kailan rushed to the front, waiting to meet the little guy from his memories.

But when he looked down to look for that small figure, he couldn't find it.

"Aiden, didn't you bring the little guy back?"

Just as Kaylan was about to go out to look for him, Winston quietly opened his coat.

A chubby, hungry cheek peeked out from under the coat.

Then there's her tiny face, not even as big as Kailan's palm.

Kaylan and the child in Winston's arms looked at each other.

After a few seconds of silence, Kaylan was shocked:

"The little guy has shrunk!!!"

Richard walked over and slapped Kaylan on the back of the head.

"You've forgotten again, we exist in the little one's memory."

"Our goal is to help him when he needs it."

"Otherwise, how could we have reverted to how we were ten years ago?"

Kaylan snorted.

He simply forgot. When Richard first woke up and saw that his legs were perfectly fine, he was overjoyed for most of the day.

"alright."

Winston knew the little one couldn't wait too long, so he asked Richard to come and help prepare the milk for the baby.

Although preparing formula is a simple action, there are many rules to follow when preparing formula for a baby.

So a group of inexperienced adults prepared thick, cold milk for the cubs, which didn't dissolve when shaken.

But the little guy was so hungry that he didn't pick and choose. He kept drinking from the bottle and finished the whole bottle in no time.