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

Winston felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Wu Tu's many misfortunes were all caused by this family, and he couldn't trust them.

Moreover, if the little guy could come, he would definitely run to see him, even if it were a thousand times over.

Even if it rained or knives fell from the sky, Winston knew the little guy would definitely come.

The only reason he couldn't come must be because of this mother and son.

Winston suddenly didn't want the mother and son to die peacefully.

His eyes were like those of a demon, carrying the meaning of judging all sins.

But Winston remained outwardly calm and composed.

"I can sponsor this child, but I've also invested money in Wutu, so you can't just make that decision for me."

"I need to see Wu Tu, otherwise I cannot provide you with financial assistance."

The woman revealed a jealous and sinister expression.

She used to hate her younger sister. Her sister wasn't as favored or as lucky as her, but she was prettier, more popular, and smarter.

Even after her sister died, she couldn't rest easy and sent her another burdensome child.

Even now, the child is still hovering in front of her, constantly provoking her.

Why is it that even someone like Wu Tu has a better life than her, a better life than her child, and gets noticed by such a rich person?!

However, she outwardly dared not disobey Winston's wishes.

As soon as Winston showed even a little pressure, the bullying woman would automatically shrink back and become obsequious.

She hurriedly left with her son.

Half an hour later, the woman returned, this time with a black rabbit.

The little guy walked very, very slowly, like a little tail, lagging far behind them.

Winston noticed from a distance that the little guy's walking posture was strange, as if he had a limp.

When the little guy got closer, Winston noticed that there was a layer of white foundation on his face.

It's an exaggerated shade, exactly the same as the one on a woman's face.

Winston reached out to touch the black ox, and the little guy's first reaction was to observe the woman's reaction.

Then he took a step back, lowered his head, and, suppressing his sadness and disappointment, apologized to Winston:

"I'm sorry, sir, I was too lazy and too selfish."

"I was just trying to trick you into treating me to a few more meals..."

The little guy almost choked up and couldn't continue speaking.

Winston reached out again, wanting to touch the little guy, pick him up, and see his expression.

Winston was rejected by the crow once again.

Fear returned to the crow's eyes as it stared at the air in front of Winston.

It's as if, in his world, the murderer who hurt and persecuted him is still standing in front of him, threatening him with a sharp knife.

The murderer terrified Wutu so much that she broke down and begged for mercy.

"I'm sorry, please stop paying attention to people like me..."

After saying that, the little guy immediately walked away, went to the woman's side, put down his brother's bag, and then limped into the bathroom.

In the empty restroom, Wu Tu was finally able to lift her head and look in the mirror.

In the mirror, his face was covered in bluish-purple bruises that even foundation couldn't completely conceal.

After being turned down by Winston, his mother went home and vigorously applied foundation to him, scolding him for wasting his own money.

But those marks made by her fingernails were clearly from her twisting.

She was so agitated at the time, pressing the little guy to tell her where he had secretly run off to and what he was doing.

The woman only let go after Wu Tu himself admitted it.

By then, Wu Tu's face and body were already bruised and purple. He was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore and had no choice but to confess.

The pain seemed to still be there, but the little guy dared not relax at all.

He tried to rub the foundation evenly with his hand, but he didn't know that you can't rub foundation with your hands, and he almost rubbed the foundation off.

The little guy had no choice but to give up.

He looked down again, lifted his trouser leg, and looked at his calf, which was swollen in a large area.

The little guy didn't know if his leg was broken.

It was her mother who instructed her husband to do it, just to make room for her younger brother so that he could never leave the house to see Winston again.

The little guy had always been well-behaved, hiding in a corner and relying on the remaining sunlight to survive, posing no threat to his younger brother.

So although the woman verbally complained about him and secretly ostracized him, she never took any drastic measures.

But when he touches upon the interests of these family members, they turn into ghosts.

The man's tall shadow over Wu Tu, who was too frail to break free from the constraints of his mother and grandmother.

But the little guy still had a fire ignited in his heart by Winston that he was unwilling to let out.

He also wanted to see Winston.

I still crave that tenderness.

Grandma almost couldn't hold him down:

"Damn it, what the hell?! Why are you moving?!"

Grandma was both angry and anxious. Seeing this, the woman simply leaned down and whispered in Wu Tu's ear:

Don't let your mother down.

"Be good, don't you want me to love you? As long as you stay still, Mommy will love you."

...These words, like a sharp knife, pierced the heart of the crow.

It turns out that the woman knew all along what he had been yearning for—maternal love.

She simply ignored it.

And now, she intends to use this curse to "kill" Wu Tu.

The black worm gave up struggling.

His pupils were dilated, like a soulless corpse.

In the cramped room, a dying crane, its pupils pitch black, and reflected in those pupils, a wooden stick held high.

With a muffled thud, the black rabbit was unable to move.

His mother dragged him to the balcony and closed the door.

The little guy just lay there by the door, listening to his mother excitedly taking his younger brother out to receive the warmth that was rightfully his.

He had thought everything would be alright, that everything would be happy.

But just when he was at his happiest, his family members slapped him hard in the face.

So even now, with the opportunity to contact Winston again, Wutu dares not have any hope.

What doesn't belong to him, he shouldn't have hoped for in the first place.

That way, you won't experience the pain of going from hope to despair.

Moreover, Mr. Winston must hate him too.

She had just rejected Mr. Winston several times.

Even though Wutu felt indifferent, the thought of Winston starting to hate him made him feel nauseous.

Once he falls into such suffocating or sad emotions, he will have a physical reaction.

Wu Tu covered her mouth, gagged, and limped to the cubicle to vomit.

He hadn't eaten for a long time.

Only a little bit of acidic fluid came out.

But the feeling of vomiting until I felt like I was about to throw up my pancreas still hadn't gone away.

At that moment, someone knocked on the cubicle.

The black cat turned its head away, having lost even the last glimmer of hope; its eyes were filled with only deathly stillness.

Richard, standing outside the door, felt extremely flustered.

He squatted down, lifted the little guy's trouser leg, and saw the little guy's injured calf, which made him feel his blood rush to his head.