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

Winston had been clinging to a sliver of hope, assuming that even if the little guy came to the doctor, it probably wasn't too serious.

After all, he is still so young, and the hospital director Cooper is with him.

But in reality, that sense of crisis had always lingered in his mind.

There were already signs before the black worm fell.

From the moment he first saw Wu Tu, he noticed the child was dressed in cheap clothes, his thin frame barely able to fill out the garments, and his skin so pale it was almost translucent…

And when he picked up the black rabbit, its weight was as light as a feather...

All the signs were warning him, but he subconsciously avoided this terrible truth.

It is the instinct of all people to seek advantage and avoid harm.

But when Wu Tu fainted in his arms, he didn't care about anything else.

Regardless of the child's origins or whether he will affect the Winston family, he has already suffered enough in the past decade or so that Winston has not been able to find him.

Winston isn't so poor that he can't even afford to raise a sick child.

At the very least, we must ensure that he lives a worry-free and comfortable life for the rest of his days.

At least, at least let this child be happy for a while...

Now, Winston finally understood Cooper's emotional breakdown and his almost pleading posture.

Anyone with a conscience would not want to see such a weak and gentle life suffer like this.

What's more, this is a child who is related to him by blood.

This light weight is his flesh and blood, his half.

His child had a body riddled with wounds, but a tender heart.

His child would shed many tears in his arms, crying until his face was all wrinkled. He would also cling to him very affectionately, sniffing his scent like a puppy, clutching his sleeve tightly as if afraid he would run away.

He had never experienced raising such a soft and unusually clingy child.

Every time the little cuddle heartbeats in his arms, it breaks down Winston's strong psychological defenses.

Winston, who never showed mercy to anyone, was utterly defeated by a child's few tears.

Winston held the child helplessly, recalling the mannerisms of the nanny at home, awkwardly trying to comfort him, saying things like soothing a three-year-old, and showing boundless patience and gentleness.

If anyone familiar with Winston were standing here, they would probably scream in horror, "What?!?!"

Surprisingly, the one who could easily deal with Winston was this little kid who hadn't even grown his first hair yet.

When Winston spoke in Chinese, he saw the little guy's expression light up, and he immediately darted to his side and clung tightly to his arm.

They're so easy to fool.

Just a few hours ago they were complete strangers.

Now, it only takes half an hour to learn a little Chinese and gain the child's trust.

Winston couldn't help but sigh.

He thought of his sons and daughters. Although they didn't have much affection for each other, the rich family background and money would give them courage.

After all, where money is, love is.

They have the means to love themselves.

They can stand confidently in the sunlight, develop freely, explore everything that interests them, and boldly try new things.

The child in front of him had only mustered the courage to go abroad for treatment for the first time after being diagnosed with a terminal illness. He had no savings and could only come here to risk being a trial patient.

As you compare each point, it only becomes more and more alarming.

Even though it's tough, the little guy won't resent or hurt anyone.

Even though the current environment frightened him, the little guy just wanted to curl up. But when the doctor held the scary needle and stuck it into his vein, the little guy was very well-behaved and didn't cry out in pain at all.

Even if I'm scared, I won't cause trouble for others.

What kind of suffering did he encounter...?

Winston wanted to ask Ulva immediately, but he was afraid of hurting him a second time.

He could only hug the little one back, trying to give him some warmth.

His heart softened even more when he discovered that the little guy was afraid of needles and buried his head in them.

Although Wu Tu didn't understand why his room had been changed or why there were so many doctors, he knew that he had to obediently listen to the doctors now.

But the blood draw was really painful, and chemotherapy was even more painful. He couldn't help but want to hide, but luckily this uncle hugged him.

If only, if only this uncle were his father...

The thought quietly popped into Wu Tu's mind.

Because this was the first time he had been held so gently in an adult's arms.

This is something he has always watched his parents and younger brother do.

But his parents had never hugged him like that before.

They're even stingy with a hug.

If only his father were Winston…

Therefore, the black worm sometimes has these thieving thoughts.

She wanted to steal someone else's father.

The love of others.

But he was a coward, so he could only fantasize about it secretly in the shadows.

"Does it hurt?"

The doctor next to him asked him.

But he didn't know how to say it; the lack of smooth communication prevented him from answering.

Fortunately, Winston remained calm. He pulled out his translation software and slowly translated the doctor's questions one by one, encouraging him not to be nervous.

Wu Tu liked him even more now.

The little guy kept nodding and saying he wasn't in pain. The doctors exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

They haven't even given the little one any painkillers yet, how could he not be in pain?

The doctor asked Winston, "You're the child's father, right? Did you know he'd had this illness for so long?"

Winston wanted to answer, but he couldn't. He could only call Cooper over. After Cooper arrived, he answered the doctor's questions and then discussed the follow-up treatment plan for the black tusk with Winston again.

After confirming with Winston, he casually asked:

"Would you take the little one home?"

He actually understood that even if the little guy could go home, he might suddenly pass away one day.

This is also a form of harm to the living.

Adopting him was a significant responsibility and a test for Winston.

But Winston remained steadfast in the face of Cooper's skeptical gaze:

"Once the first course of treatment is over, I will take him home and invite the medical team from St. Ottoman to come to his home to treat him. He has been away for more than ten years; it's time for him to come home."

"Home is where Dad is."

The little guy, standing nearby, keenly overheard Winston using the English word that meant "father."

He didn't know what the two adults were discussing, but the little guy knew it was about him.

Just as the little guy was getting curious, Winston, just like when they first met, half-squatted down and reached out his hand to him.

This time, Winston spoke in Chinese:

"I am your biological father, your dad."

"Would you like to come home with me?"