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

Winston understood.

How important that future self is to Wutu.

It was so important that Wu Tu could never let it go in his entire life.

Even if the little guy has a future and a life ahead of him, the one who will leave a deep mark on his life and etch a mark on his soul will always be Winston, who appeared before him when he needed him most.

Wu Tu loves her father very much.

It was a feeling that transcended any definite emotion, a feeling that could not be expressed in words.

Gratitude, respect, admiration, and looking up to, but also care and heartache...

Their relationship is not like that of ordinary family members; it's not just about blood ties.

Because they are not ordinary people who live normal lives.

They are souls guiding each other, leading each other to find redemption and lick each other's wounds.

Only by the side of the black rabbit could Winston experience the happiness of an ordinary person.

Only when Winston is by his side can the black cat feel kinship and love.

This is not just about blood ties, but also destiny.

Even if they weren't father and son back then, but complete strangers, they would still eventually meet because of fate.

Winston is now feeling this keenly.

He lay on his side in bed, looking at the little guy facing him with a genuine smile on his face, unable to even feel jealous.

Great……

As long as there's a black rabbit, happiness is all that matters.

Would Winston feel the same way twenty years later? As long as his children are happy, that's all that matters. Whatever happens to him, whoever he falls in love with, is just part of his life.

Winston embraced everything about the black crow.

The little one fell asleep quickly.

Winston then got up and went outside.

Helena is on the phone communicating with her staff about the current situation at the Winston family's residence.

Such a large family couldn't possibly be fundamentally damaged by one or two terrorist attacks.

Moreover, being attacked is a very common occurrence in this country.

Several of their family heads died in attacks.

After all, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

This minor injury is nothing at all.

But the three people present all tacitly stayed in the hotel, as if hoping that this quiet time could last a little longer.

Even Ellen and Helena couldn't help but imagine a future with the crow.

This kind of selfless care is something incredibly precious to people like them.

Helena put down the receiver and glanced at Winston:

"Is the baby asleep?"

Winston nodded. "He was exhausted and fell asleep quickly."

Allen snorted coldly: "Isn't it because you guys are always causing him trouble? He's just a child, and you're all so picky, expecting him to take care of you?"

Winston looked at Allen with some doubt, his words blunt and to the point:

"What are you talking about? The black tusk isn't your child."

Allen's fists were itching to strike.

Helena held them down: "Alright, don't wake him up."

Then, Helena turned her head and said, "Aiden, why don't you just let me take over as head of the family? These are turbulent times; if you really become head, it won't be easy to protect the little one, will it?"

Helena Rubinstein's number one priority is, as always, ambition.

Winston actually fell silent.

As expected, the existence of the Black Tortoise was a weakness. Winston, who had never considered others, was actually planning for the Black Tortoise and his future.

Although the black tusk could disappear at any time.

But so what?

Allen retorted, dissatisfied, "What? Are you just admitting I'm out of the game?"

Helena laughed, "Even the kids are saying you're out, why are you still clinging on?"

Allen didn't want to say anything bad about Wutu, but he certainly didn't want to let go either.

In this respect, Winston's bloodline was exactly the same.

We won't be satisfied until we're both bloodied and bruised.

At this tense moment, a sound came from Winston's room.

Winston and his two companions immediately fell silent.

Winston thought he heard the little guy looking for him.

He glanced at Allen and Helena, then went into the room like a winner.

Allen: "Look at that, that's such a punchable expression, that's such a punchable face."

Helena looked at him: "So, can you still bring yourself to beat him now? What if the little guy cries and questions you later? Can you really be heartless?"

Allen fell silent.

It only takes one night to make a cold-hearted monster have human emotions.

Wu Tu only needed one night to stay up all night taking care of him and successfully defeated an enemy for her father.

Helena took the cigarettes she had been coaxed into giving her by the waiter, put one in her mouth, and casually said:

"Allen, I really didn't know you were so soft-hearted."

"Since you like children so much, why don't you go through the motions of rehabilitating your image, find someone to marry, have children, and live a normal life?"

Allen answered the question without hesitation for a second:

"no."

He was well aware of the gap between himself and normal people.

Only the Black Crow can tolerate these monsters; only the Black Crow can treat them as ordinary people.

Black chard is Winston's antidote.

But the same applies to Allen.

Unfortunately, the black rabbit was not his child, and he was not the one who saved it later.

He was just an uncle, Winston's brother, and a distant relative of Ulva.

This will be how it is for the rest of my life.

Helena looked at Allen:

"You should quit. You've already lost."

Allen lowered his head and turned to go back to his room.

……

As for Wutu, he was still thinking about his father and the others' injuries in his sleep, and that they were still on the run. The little guy naively believed that his family needed protection, so Wutu couldn't sleep soundly.

After he woke up, his first instinct was to look for his father.

Winston, who was outside the door, heard the commotion and returned to the black rabbit's side.

The little one obediently huddled under the covers, gazing at him expectantly.

Winston felt a pang of sympathy.

It's as if the black crow is just breathing; as long as his gaze falls on the black crow, he finds its existence adorable.

Winston lay back down next to the black rabbit, thought for a moment, and then, just as the little guy had said, raised his hand, becoming the "dad" the black rabbit had mentioned, and patted his back.

Seeing that the little guy's eyelids were drooping again, Winston said softly:

"Actually, you should go back to Winston in the future."

Because I am now so impoverished that I have nothing left, I cannot even offer you a promise of security.

Therefore, the black worm should not have come.

But the little guy grabbed Winston's finger.

He had his eyes closed, but he wasn't asleep yet.

"But by coming here, I made Dad less lonely, and I protected Dad and prevented you from getting seriously injured. I am satisfied with just these things."

"I don't need anything from you. I'm here to repay you for the love and care you've given me."