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

Winston didn't move, letting the pillows, water glasses, remote controls and other things hit him all over his head and face.

The little guy is light and his throwing objects pose no threat. Apart from getting Winston's clothes dirty, he doesn't even feel any significant pain.

But this was only the little guy's one and only tiny act of resistance.

Therefore, Winston was willing to tolerate the little guy's emotional outbursts.

He dared not approach the black rabbit again.

He stood there like a statue, watching the little guy scream and call for his brother.

The door was flung open with a bang, and Richard rushed in, embracing Wu Tu to comfort her:

"It's alright, it's alright, your brother is here..."

Feeling Richard's embrace, Ulva finally calmed down. He buried his face in Richard's chest, and Winston was at a loss for words at his dependence on Richard.

Winston wondered how he could have missed such an important moment when he had only left the little guy for a short while.

Whether it's a child getting hurt or growing up, it all happens in the blink of an eye.

If Winston isn't careful, the little guy could suffer a hidden injury.

Perhaps it's just a small thing that can drive them apart.

Winston wished he could wrap his child in swaddling clothes and stay by his side forever, caring for the crow for the rest of his life.

It doesn't matter if Wu Tu becomes a cripple.

But the little guy will grow up someday.

Winston felt both pain and a sense of loss.

He wanted to apologize, he wanted to say sorry to the little guy, but clearly, Wutu wouldn't listen to a word he said.

Winston could only silently leave.

Meanwhile, the woman was traveling all over the country with her son to participate in competitions.

With Winston's financial support during this time, the whole family went traveling and enjoying themselves, including the woman's husband and grandmother.

As for Wutu, they had long forgotten about it and it had been forgotten in some unknown corner.

They showed no courtesy to Winston whatsoever. Not only did they bring their whole family when they set off, but after landing, they also made a fuss about staying in a five-star hotel and eating seafood, abalone, and other delicacies, acting as if they didn't value other people's money.

The assistant, unable to stand it any longer, angrily reported it to Winston.

Winston's tone was even colder than before.

Winston had originally intended to spare these people's lives, at least he could turn a blind eye to the underage child.

He can be a demon or monster, but he must pray for the child and do good deeds.

He asked God to have mercy on his youngest son and to protect his child.

But now, his precious child is so badly injured, like a little hedgehog with its quills raised, not only hurting its father, but also trapped in the shadows, unable to get out, and repeatedly hurting itself.

Winston will not let anyone who deserves their punishment get away with it.

He coldly instructed his assistant to give them one of his supplementary credit cards and let them use it as they pleased.

And in those competitions that Winston specially set up for them, after the child won gold medals one after another, the family was completely convinced that their child was a rare genius, and that there was no competition he couldn't win as long as he participated.

The praise and compliments from those around them completely disoriented the family.

They all harbored an unwavering confidence that they could make money simply by wanting to.

So when they landed in Macau, they didn't hesitate for a moment and stepped into the most feared den of iniquity.

The room was brightly lit, and the air was constantly supplied with oxygen, which made the guests lose track of time and slow down their thinking, becoming as excited as if they were drunk.

The final link that could trap them was winning money.

As long as he wins tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, even if he loses hundreds or thousands of times in the future, he feels that he can turn things around.

"Honey, you're amazing!!"

It was rare for a woman to praise this taciturn man who was always neglecting his duties at home.

He's always away from home, not good at expressing himself, and doesn't earn much money.

He is adept at outsourcing his responsibilities in the family, transferring the duties of a husband to others, and shirking his responsibilities as a father under the pretext of supporting the family.

Many children have a childhood lacking paternal love.

But now, he feels that he has finally gained the position of head of the family.

Because his wife and children were looking at him with adoration, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy:

"Great! Honey, you actually won two million! Two million! If you play a few more rounds, we can move to Beijing and buy a house!"

"Dad! Win money quickly! I want to buy the latest Switch!"

The man's breathing became rapid, his face flushed red, his heart rate soared, and he couldn't think straight; his adrenaline was coursing through his veins.

He's going to bet everything, raise his bets to the maximum, and go all in!

Before the dice were revealed, he was full of confidence, while the woman next to him was already considering what furniture to buy and what private tutor to hire for their son.

But when the dealer revealed the winner, the man felt like he couldn't breathe.

He stared blankly at the dice in front of him, as if he were dreaming:

"Did I lose? I lost twenty million...?"

"Sir, you must accept the consequences of your bet. Please place your chips here."

The dealer's voice was so cold that it sent a chill down their spines.

"What's wrong? Don't you have enough chips? You can borrow some too. We have a loan office and a money exchange here, and the money will arrive quickly."

The man looked up in a daze and saw men in black suits smiling at them from the reception room behind him.

The woman exclaimed, "Wait! Wait! We'll find Winston! He won't abandon us! My child can still earn him so many gold medals; it'll be a piece of cake for him to pay twenty million!"

The woman tried to call Winston, but couldn't get through.

She immediately called her assistant, but the assistant who had just been with them was nowhere to be found.

The woman's supplementary card was frozen, leaving them in a helpless situation.

"So? Have you made up your mind? Loan or exchange money?"

"Change it?" the woman asked. "How?"

Casino bodyguards nearby had already come over and surrounded them.

"People... they're worthless when sold whole, but they're quite valuable when sold individually..."

"Twenty million is just a matter of a few organs. You guys can easily scrape together the money."

The woman screamed, "No!!! My child, my child is in the competition! None of you are allowed to touch him!"

But her son, whom she doted on and treated like a little emperor, looked at her with indifferent eyes and said lightly:

"Anyway, all you do is wash clothes and cook at home. If it weren't for my dad earning money to support the family, our family would have collapsed long ago. You don't have a job and you're an unwanted old hag. Just use your body parts, don't be a burden on my dad."

The woman's eyes changed.

At some point, this once close-knit family began to look at each other with the eyes of enemies, as if assessing what made the other more valuable than themselves...