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

Compared to when he first raised a tiny two-year-old cub, Winston is now much more experienced.

This time, he had made thorough preparations long before bringing the little one home.

But as soon as he got home, the butler gave Winston a lecture.

"Sir, a three-year-old child should no longer drink milk and should mainly eat solid foods. You can give him some soft and easily digestible complementary foods."

"And this, sir, you shouldn't have bought so many clothes for the young master. Children grow very fast when they are young. Even if he changes a set every day, he probably won't be able to wear all of these."

"A three-year-old can already afford some educational toys to cultivate his hands-on and problem-solving skills. You shouldn't just buy your little prince a bubble machine..."

Winston rubbed his temples, thinking to himself that raising children was truly a profound subject.

Many universities abroad offer parenting courses. This is not to be unconventional, but to inform young people about the heavy responsibilities they will face if they impulsively have a child.

Many people have also expressed the view that parents should study, take exams, and receive training before becoming parents. Parents should only be allowed to have children after obtaining a certificate.

In this way, children will not be abused by people who are not fit to be parents.

Thinking of this, Winston glanced at the cautious snail behind him and wished he could immediately enroll in a class so that the snail could learn how to lure the little guy out of its timid shell.

At least the twelve-year-old Wutu knew how to pretend, how to force a smile, and how to read other people's expressions.

He forced himself to appear as a reliable little adult so that "Mom" wouldn't always criticize him.

Moreover, by that time, Wutu had already given up hope.

He is a more mature and sensitive child than his peers.

And now, this cub, injured and not yet knowing how to process the damage, can only instinctively try to tighten its shell and protect itself by escaping and hiding.

The little boy, facing the unfamiliar butler and the obsessive older brothers and sisters staring intently at him, was so frightened that he kept hiding behind Winston.

He didn't even dare to stick his head out to look.

Even my curiosity was scared away.

If Winston hadn't been protecting him, the little guy probably would have wanted to be like a baby penguin or a baby kangaroo and just kept burrowing into Winston's arms.

Winston had originally intended to introduce his family to the little one gradually.

But seeing the little guy like this, he could only pick him up and take him back to his room.

But just as Winston was about to put him down, the little guy refused.

The little guy was too shy to put his arm around Winston's neck.

But now, in this unfamiliar environment, Winston is his only support.

So the little guy clung tightly to Winston, wishing he could grow to be with Winston, afraid that he might be accidentally abandoned by Winston and left alone in an unfamiliar environment.

Winston, who was being clung to by the little guy so desperately, experienced a different feeling for the first time.

The little guy only has him.

With all her might, the cub clung to Winston's neck, wanting only to keep her father by his side.

In the little guy's mind, only Winston's side was safe; everywhere else was a pack of wolves and tigers that would hurt him and devour the little black crow.

So the little guy can only rely on him and cling to him.

It seems like they can't live without Winston.

This greatly gave Winston the emotional value he wanted.

Because Winston had never personally raised children before, and had no real feelings or experience about family ties.

Like every experiment in the Winston family, he possessed a perfect human-like appearance and social pretense, but emotionally he was a beast incapable of empathy.

When he learns to love, he also subconsciously needs the same kind of feedback.

Just as he loves his child unconditionally, he also longs for his child to have a unique dependence on him.

Fortunately, children are born with an unconditional and instinctive love for their parents.

If even those who hurt him could receive the unconditional love of the Black Crow, then Winston's love was even more unparalleled.

Winston sighed inwardly.

His poor child, hurt by the whole world, needs him.

She desperately craved his protection.

As Winston thought about this, even more emotions and love welled up in his heart.

There were so many that they wanted to drown the black worms.

But the little guy doesn't know what his dad is thinking.

He was focused solely on grabbing his father's collar, wanting nothing more than to stick to him.

Seeing that the little guy really didn't want to leave his arms, Winston was happy to accept it.

He would carry the little guy to work and to eat, and sometimes he had to put the little guy down for a while, and the little guy would follow Winston's steps closely.

Like a kitten that has just arrived home, feeling insecure, and keeps circling around its owner's feet.

Winston had to keep looking down as he walked to make sure he didn't step on the little guy.

But sometimes, when the little guy is busy chasing his dad, he accidentally kicks the table leg and falls down, but he doesn't cry.

Winston wanted to immediately hold the little one in his arms and comfort him.

As a result, the little guy got up on his own, hugged Winston's leg, and slowly put his feet on Winston's leather shoes.

He fell and hurt himself, and didn't want to walk. He was too embarrassed to whine to his father, so he could only silently stick to his father's leg, trying to get his father's attention in this way.

Winston hesitated for a moment. He still wanted to get the little guy to talk, so he took a step back and tried to pull his foot away.

The little guy froze.

He stood there with his head down, motionless.

Winston sensed something was wrong and crouched down to check on the little guy, only to find a few of his tears falling on the floor.

It seems that even a mere trial is not enough.

The little guy still lacks a sense of security.

Winston could only put everything aside and coax:

"Daddy was wrong, Daddy shouldn't have pushed you away..."

Winston picked up the little guy and comforted him gently, trying every possible way to get the little guy to respond to him.

"Sweetie, this is my first time being a dad, and I don't know how to love you properly. If I do something wrong, it's okay if you're angry with me, but please don't ignore me, okay?"

"If you don't say anything, Daddy will be sad."

Upon hearing Winston's voice, the little guy finally opened his mouth.

But unexpectedly, the little guy didn't make a sound.

His voice seems to be damaged.

He scratched his neck unexpectedly, but Winston immediately grabbed his hand.

"Don't hurt yourself, don't be afraid, baby."

"Let Daddy see, okay?"