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

Winston answered the phone and listened to his assistant calmly report on the family's situation.

To be honest, even if that family got what they expected, Winston didn't feel any sense of satisfaction.

Because of this family's way of doing things, they will pay the price for their actions sooner or later.

As for Winston, they were the lowest of the low, not worth the effort or schemes.

So shallow that you can easily stir up their conflict and watch them fight like dogs.

But it was this mundane predicament that trapped Wutu for twelve years.

It also trapped the black tusk's biological mother for her entire life.

Some people develop love because of blood ties, while others develop sins because of blood ties.

Winston rubbed his forehead and sighed.

He suppressed the news and pretended nothing had happened.

Then he got up from his desk and, as usual, stood at the door of Wutu's ward.

He should have stood confidently by Wutu's side, as she was the father who had promised to protect Wutu forever.

Now, however, he can only stand in the corner like a thief, secretly watching the black rabbit, trying to steal a taste of the little guy's joys and sorrows as he shows others, so that he can have the motivation to keep going.

The black cat and Richard chatted. He laughed, then became unhappy, then troubled, sometimes resting his chin on his hand in thought, sometimes lost in thought.

When the little guy gets nervous, he'll secretly tug at the blanket or his sleeve with his fingers, and sometimes he'll rub the edge of his fingers against Richard's clothes, all quietly. Richard doesn't even notice him being affectionate, missing out on these adorable little gestures and not responding to the little guy.

Winston couldn't help but want to respond.

He could watch the little guy's various little movements and upturned smile for a whole day.

Although the caregiver's experience in taking care of the little guy was not as rich as his, and he could only be considered barely qualified, at least the little guy was willing to smile now. This was a rare smile that Wu Tu showed after being injured.

Winston wanted to record it on his phone.

He watched the little guy secretly like a voyeur until gradually, the little guy tried to come out of the shadows and started talking to people other than Richard.

There were his other older brothers and sisters, and doctors and nurses.

The little one would slowly approach them, cautiously snuggling up to their older siblings and trying to get close.

They simply ignored Winston completely.

The butler, watching Winston anxiously watching over the children every day, didn't know whether he should sigh in sympathy.

Pity the parents of the world.

Winston had no choice but to ask others to convey his instructions, telling the little guy not to stay up late watching cartoons, and not to eat too many sweets just because he was sick.

He also wanted to tell Wutu that once he recovered, his father would take him to the amusement park.

However, Winston suddenly remembered that at this point in time, they weren't even father and son.

It was all because of Winston's hesitation and indecisiveness.

Winston also had to pay the price of making amends after the Blackie was injured.

These are all things he should repay after being absent from Wutu's life.

Winston may feel disappointed, but he will still feel that no matter what happens to the little guy, he will protect the black rabbit and never complain.

Winston had no idea how Richard and the others relayed his message.

Even though the little guy didn't secretly hide the chocolate under his pillow anymore, he still didn't want to talk to Winston.

Winston had no choice but to pretend to be a doctor in an attempt to get closer to the little guy.

The little guy is gradually overcoming his fear of adult men.

He obediently watched as Winston, disguised as a doctor, examined him and instructed him to eat more meat and do more rehabilitation so that his leg would heal faster.

The little guy nodded, seemingly not recognizing Winston, who was completely covered up by a hat, mask, and white coat.

Winston didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

At least the little guy didn't throw things at him like he did last time.

Winston returned to his office, leaned back in his chair, lowered his head, and opened the surveillance camera in the Black Rabbit's ward to continue watching the little guy's every move.

It seemed that only in this way could Winston alleviate his anxiety about not being able to get close to his children.

The butler standing nearby seemed hesitant to speak.

Perhaps it was because of the injury to the black tusk that Winston not only revealed his sharp side, but also caused Winston, as well as other members of the family, to show a bit of an overprotective and controlling nature.

Winston, in particular, seemed like a new father who lacked security and was suffering from separation anxiety.

Such guardians cannot bear to see their children leave their side, cannot accept their children stepping out of their protection, and are extremely worried about their children's safety, as if they have a hormonal imbalance.

So while the little guy was sleeping, the surveillance camera quietly appeared in his hospital room.

And sometimes other family members will also log in to view it.

As Winston watched, he suddenly realized that the little guy was not sleeping late at night, but was up in the middle of the night writing something on his desk.

Because this little fool had a history of hurting himself, Winston immediately stood up, put on his white coat, and went to find him.

Winston's hand touched the pocket of the white coat, and he discovered that a letter had been slipped into his pocket sometime during the night.

A letter from a little guy.

"Mr. Winston, you haven't paid any attention to me since I was injured. But it's alright, I didn't expect your attention, after all, I'm so pathetic... After I'm discharged from the hospital, I will try to find a job to pay back the medical expenses to Brother Richard. I will also repay the investment you made in me during this time, even if it takes several years or more than ten years, I will make it back."

"Perhaps you have begun to loathe me and do not want to see me again... I may never have the chance to see you again... but I will always remember you, sir."

"You were the first to find me, and you treated me like a diamond, wanting to polish me carefully. Although I cannot meet your expectations, I still wish you all the best."

"I hope you will have a happy and fulfilling life in the future. I hope that a good person like you will always be healthy and wealthy."

Winston watched until the end, then rushed into the ward without hesitation.

He wanted to see Wutu immediately.

Winston never imagined that, in the end, the little guy would never distance himself from him.

The little guy was just too good at reading people's expressions and took Winston's pretense for real.

The little guy really thought Winston was indifferent to him, and he also felt that he had lost his investment value because he had rejected Mr. Winston's kindness before and had his leg broken.

He was more afraid of upsetting Winston than wanting to stay by Winston's side.

He was afraid that Winston would leave a bad impression on him.

That's why I quietly chose to stay away and not bother Winston.

The black crow lacks self-confidence, but it will never hate anyone who is kind to it.

He will only remember Winston's good points, and will never remember Winston's disheveled, cowardly, and helpless state.

Winston wanted to protect him, wanted to protect him forever.

But when Winston rushed to the ward on the third floor, the little guy was gone. All the supplies had been arranged by the little guy in advance, even the books were lined up from tallest to shortest, and the blankets were neatly folded into a full square.

The only missing trace of the black rabbit's life is that of it.

There was only one IOU on the pillow, written to him and Richard.

That's the only trace of the little guy in this ward.