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

The little guy will no longer be punished, but Winston feels every instinctive movement he makes and every raised face he makes, sharing in his pain.

Each slap felt like it was delivered to Winston.

Each sound was incredibly loud.

Not only Winston, but everyone present, including Ultus's older brother and sister, and his family, felt incredibly heartbroken.

Moreover, this is undoubtedly the greatest provocation and humiliation for them.

Kaylan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The Winston family has always gotten whatever they wanted, enjoying a smooth and successful life, and able to bring everything they wanted to protect under their control.

The treasures they desire are things that no one else has ever been able to touch, not even a hair on their head.

But now, some people are trampling on their treasures.

Repeatedly trampled upon and humiliated.

It hurt his young heart.

This is a thousand times more painful than humiliating them.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kaylan turned around and said, "I'm going to see the little guy's original family. I must thank them properly."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his polite words turning into the fangs of a wild beast, as if he wanted to rush forward, tear their skin apart, smash their bones, drink their blood, and torture them bit by bit, making them experience a living hell they had never known before.

In this elite circle, they are not just glamorous, hedonistic rich people.

Their true nature behind the scenes is simply not revealed to the public.

This has always been an unspoken rule in our family.

So as not to frighten the little one.

They are willing to pretend to be harmless in front of the people they want to protect.

However, the depths of the world and the ugliness of human nature within the truly elite circles are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But Winston and his team were able to thrive in it, handling it with ease.

Because they have the right to adorn themselves with gold.

They possess fierce fangs and weapons, enabling them to trample hierarchy and social rules underfoot.

They are the ones who can change the rules; in their hierarchy, those below are nothing more than ants to be looked down upon.

Crushing these fools is easier than crushing an ant.

The selfish bloodline flowing through the Winston family is on full display at this moment.

Kailan said in a deep voice:

"All we care about is the little one. I only care about my family. What do other people's families have to do with me?"

"I let them die, and they deserve to die."

Richard stopped his impulsive brother: "That's enough."

He gestured for Kaylan to look at Winston.

At this moment, Winston was even angrier than they were.

"We can't deal with them now; everything here is fake."

"Besides, these are the little guy's memories. What if something bad happens here and leaves him traumatized..."

Once the black worm is successfully awakened, Winston will naturally go to settle accounts with it.

Richard has made his point very clear.

Kailan could only suppress his anger and ran downstairs in a fit of rage to vent his frustration on the sandbag.

Winston hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to do to avoid further hurting the little one's feelings.

In the end, Winston could only reach out his hand, making the simplest yet most expressive gesture.

He hugged his child tightly, very tightly.

The little one, trapped in fear and unable to wake up, finally opened his eyes upon feeling his father's body temperature.

There was no abuse, no harm, and no pain was inflicted upon him.

Only my father's love.

Only love, like moonlight, embraced him.

What a warm embrace...

The little guy looked at the bright ceiling and felt that this was his happiest moment.

He even felt as if he had returned to the past, to the moment when he secretly paused and stood in front of his favorite bakery.

The wind was strong and the weather was cold, but the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakery, along with the warm steam, warmed his entire body.

Just like it is now.

Winston was the high-end goods he had longed for countless times in the transparent shop window, goods he could never buy.

A luxury item called love.

But now, Winston appeared as if by surprise, dispelling all his unease and catching him before he fell into the abyss.

"dad……"

"Happiness...bread..."

After the little one was diagnosed with aphasia, he spoke for the first time on his own initiative, repeating words illogically and in a rote manner.

But only he knew.

This is the password to happiness.

Winston was surprised once again.

To his surprise, the cost of comforting the child who had suffered so much harm was very small.

As simple as a hug.

He doesn't even need wholehearted emotional investment or extreme care.

All it takes is a little spare time, a bit of attention, a little cheap comfort, and a superficial sincerity to completely charm this silly girl.

But those people wouldn't even give me this cheap thing...

Winston was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He didn't know what to do to make Wu Tu feel all his love.

He wanted to send the best things in the world to Wutu immediately, only to discover that the best treasure in the world was his own child.

He wanted to give him power and money, but the little guy probably hates the feeling of being measured by money.

Winston's most prized possessions are now worthless.

As he stood there helplessly, he suddenly remembered what the twelve-year-old Wutu had told him:

As long as my dad loves me, I am the happiest child in the world.

Winston couldn't remember how many times he had said "love" while holding the little one.

A word he never mentioned in the first half of his life, but now he talks about it all the time.

Only in this way could he be sure that the little one's heart was still beating.

They're still dancing for him.

Electromechanical sounds reappeared.

The last thing Winston saw in the three-year-old crow was the little guy's innocent smile.

Winston had a sudden thought.

Although the little guy didn't say anything, he seemed to know that he was going to be separated from his father.

The little guy is thanking him.

Thank you, Dad, for loving him.

When Winston was placed in the new memory location, he touched his face and realized he was crying.

Is he...crying?

Winston is simply unbelievable.

But the soreness in my eyes didn't seem fake.

Winston didn't understand why he was crying; he simply reached out expressionlessly and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

But just as he was oblivious to his own pain, a crumpled tissue happened to appear in front of him.

When Winston saw the hand offering him a tissue, he almost lost his composure and gentlemanly manners.

Those were hands covered in scars.

It belongs to the little one's hands.

His eyes were red as he looked at the black cat in front of him, which had grown even taller.

He grew taller, his height increased, and his face showed more of Winston's features.

But I've gotten even thinner.

It was practically a skeleton, as if a gust of wind could carry it away.