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

Wu Tu was right there, listening to his parents dispose of him as if he were a puppy.

They made no attempt to hide their conversation from the little one, speaking openly and discussing gains and losses.

Because any resistance or opinion from such a young child can be suppressed.

Their neglect and verbal contempt are a form of bullying that is far more terrifying than physical punishment.

Winston has been learning Chinese, and although his spoken Chinese is not very fluent, he can basically understand what Wutu's aunt and uncle are saying.

He could no longer tolerate it, so he notified his lawyer and called the police on his phone.

The Chinese police responded very quickly. Although they were somewhat surprised to see a foreigner named Winston in this dilapidated alley, they maintained their composure and asked:

"Sir, what can I do for you? Do you speak Chinese?"

The auxiliary police officer next to him also quickly shouted into the walkie-talkie:

"There's a foreigner here, there's a foreigner here, does anyone here speak English?"

Winston frowned upon hearing this:

"No, that's not important. We can communicate. I can speak a little Chinese."

"Your focus should now be on the case itself. This family has a history of child abuse, which is extremely heinous. I am a witness to that."

Winston pointed to the door behind him:

"You should knock on their door right now and ask about the children, now."

Upon hearing this, the two auxiliary police officers exchanged a glance, both displaying a slightly strange expression.

However, in order to avoid any misunderstandings with their international friends, they had no choice but to knock on the door and ask the family to come out and explain to Winston.

In China, corporal punishment is common, and there have been instances where children were beaten so badly that neighbors called the police, leading to misunderstandings. Therefore, they subconsciously felt that the matter was not serious.

After all, Winston was a foreigner who didn't understand the situation in his country.

Thanks to the presence of auxiliary police officers, Winston was finally able to enter Ulva's current home.

Crowded, cramped, and cluttered with miscellaneous items, these spaces are breeding grounds for bacteria.

It's an environment that would make Winston frown at a glance.

But because his child was there, Winston was even more eager than the two auxiliary police officers. He went inside to see where his baby lived.

He glanced inside and found a bedroom.

But in that warm bedroom, another child was sleeping.

A child with shiny hair and a rosy complexion, clearly well-cared for.

His room was filled with his school supplies and toys, piled up in the corner, just like his parents' love for him.

Winston turned his head and met the gaze of the black cat huddled in the corner.

Only then did he realize that behind the little guy was a small bed set up on a wooden frame, covered with a thin sheet...

A small, completely bare bed in a living room that's visible at a glance, offering absolutely no privacy.

Like raising a puppy.

Some people raise dogs better than this family raises black rabbits.

Winston felt his internal organs being burned by rage.

He pointed to the little guy wearing a thin fleece sweatshirt, showing them the injuries on his face, the bruises on his body, and his thin, bony appearance.

Winston wanted everyone to see the little guy's suffering that was being ignored.

However, everyone else present simultaneously wore that strange expression.

That strange, knowing expression—a mix of amusement and indifference, as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter.

The auxiliary police officer next to him said:

"Oh, sir, you probably don't know, but this is how all the kids here are punished. They're tough and resilient. Kids who misbehave get punished to prevent them from getting into trouble. It's normal for kids this age to start being annoying."

"Parents want their children to be sensible from a young age so they won't be bullied in society. This is the best way for parents to help their children grow up."

"As parents, how could they not feel sorry for their child? They'll definitely appease him later..."

Winston looked at those people as if he were seeing demons from a series of bizarre and unsettling rules.

They bared their teeth and claws, within this tacitly accepted rule, determined to seize and devour the tiny black crow.

To devour the child's pure soul, the screaming pain.

Winston finally experienced that suffocating, overwhelming feeling.

It's enough to drive a person to their death or insane.

He couldn't help but reach out and grab Wu Tu's hand.

I held his cold, trembling little hand.

Hold him firmly, protect him even in this suffocating pain.

Udo's nominal mother, but actually his aunt, immediately started arguing with him when she saw Winston protecting Udo:

"I bet you're the one kidnapping him! You're pretending like that just so you can abduct him!"

"Comrades, look carefully! We're catching human traffickers!"

The auxiliary police officer's suspicious gaze fell on Winston.

Winston immediately showed his identification.

Fortunately, I had all the necessary documents in my passport.

When the auxiliary police officer looked at Winston's identification and heard Winston say that he was a prince of some noble family, the CEO and shareholder of some company, he immediately felt like he was dreaming.

But when they actually found Winston's photos and information on Baidu Baike, their expressions changed again.

Winston then slowly and deliberately said:

"As you can see, I could not possibly be a bad person who traffics children, and my purpose in coming here is to reunite with my family."

Winston had a sudden thought, and the DNA test report that he had previously kept safe appeared in his pocket.

Sure enough, Winston could bring out anything that was in the little guy's memory.

The auxiliary police officer looked at the test form, verified its authenticity again, and after confirming that there was no problem, looked at Wu Tu with surprise.

"Is this child mixed race? I really couldn't tell."

The little guy is still too young at this time, only three years old. His facial features haven't fully developed yet. When he gets a little older, you'll see that his features are more refined than his classmates', and he'll look like a large doll.

Even now, Wu Tu still looks rosy-cheeked and fair-skinned, and although she is a bit thin, she is still more outstanding than the others.

The auxiliary police officers inevitably glanced back and forth between Winston and Ulva, trying to find similarities between them.

At this moment, the little guy seemed to have grasped at the last straw, tightly holding one of Winston's fingers, and the whole cub stuck to Winston's arm.

It's like an injured young animal voluntarily crawling under the belly of an adult male, hiding in what the young animal feels is the safest place, thereby escaping the pursuit of other predators.

Winston withdrew his hand and let the little guy hug his waist. Then he placed his hand on the little guy's back.

It is an absolute protective stance.

Even if others object, and even if there are countless difficulties ahead, Winston has made up his mind to do everything he can to take the little guy away.

He would never again leave Wutu alone here, to be strangled by these people, and to perish in silence.