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

Winston looked at Wu Yaochen. He was not familiar with this man, but the little guy didn't seem to have a deep impression of him either.

Is this yet another butterfly effect caused by their altered memories?

Surprisingly, Wu Tu's uncle, whom she barely remembered, appeared.

Winston wasn't sure if the symbol was good or bad.

However, he could not tolerate this woman belittling and harming Wutu.

In a woman's eyes, the black rabbit is always imperfect and sinful.

She was clearly a relative of the Black Rabbit...

Women who cannot find a sense of belonging in society can only build their own power games at home, with their children.

Over time, she actually became hypnotized by her own thoughts, believing that the existence of the black rabbit was only to highlight her status in the family.

She had become accustomed to this behavior of taking pleasure in depriving a child of his human rights.

Therefore, when she encountered such a huge change, she naturally blamed all the mistakes on Wutu.

This tactic of distorting the truth and turning black into white was simply astounding to Winston.

Winston interrupted the woman and looked at Wu Yaochen:

"You don't believe her, do you? This woman only cares about her own interests; her family are just pawns in her game."

Wu Yaochen looked at his disheveled older sister, his face showing hesitation.

The woman seemed to have run out of energy after making a scene.

She had already had one kidney removed, and had also had a lot of blood drawn during this period, so her health condition was much worse than before.

She suddenly looked decades older, her hair turned completely white, like a helpless old woman, gripping Wu Yaochen's hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Yaochen, your nephew, your own nephew, is about to be beaten to death by them—!"

This desperate cry still tipped Wu Yaochen's scales in favor of his eldest sister.

Seeing this, Winston knew that no matter what he said, he couldn't overcome the bond of blood, and Wu Yaochen hadn't yet seen the true colors of his family.

So he stopped arguing with the family and immediately had his bodyguards escort them away.

No matter how capable Wu Yaochen is, he can't defeat a well-established and powerful old Qian family.

He looked at his older sister and sighed, "I understand. Let's ignore those two for now and figure out how to get our nephew out, okay?"

The eldest sister's eyes lit up. As long as someone was there to back her up, it didn't matter who it was, whether it was Wu Tu or Wu Yaochen now.

"Then you must save your brother-in-law, and our mother too..."

Wu Yaochen took a deep breath: "Sister, all my liquid assets are at most five million, and I've already spent three million on the ransom to save you..."

……

At the street corner, Wu Yaochen and Wu Fang's figures grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until they were left far behind.

Winston sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the black rabbit, a rare look of helplessness on his face.

He wanted to tell Wutu that it was okay.

I also want to tell Wutu that Daddy is here for you.

But what was Wutu thinking when the bloody truth was laid bare before him?

The black rabbit, sitting next to Winston, remained quiet for a long time before softly muttering to itself:

"So my mother has been gone for a long time... I've forgotten her."

His tone was so blank, as if he was completely unaware of what emotions he should be experiencing.

His perspective gradually shifted upwards, becoming detached, observing his own expression from the viewpoint of an observer.

Wu Tu wondered if she needed to be so sad.

Isn't this just hypocrisy?

Having forgotten his mother, and only able to survive by stepping on her corpse, what reason does he have to be sad?

Just as my aunt said, he was an ungrateful bastard.

Seeing that the little black rabbit was upset, Winston gently patted its face.

"Honey? Are you alright?"

"Baby, look at me, look into my eyes, and listen carefully to what I have to say."

"Your mother has never blamed you. She will always love you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done that when she was in the car accident, shielding you with her own body and exchanging her life for yours."

"Did you hear me? Mom loves you very much. She is the mom who loves you most in the world."

The black crow stood there, stunned, but its eyes seemed to weep for it.

Tears streamed down the little one's cheeks.

He didn't show any disbelief, nor did he repeatedly confirm; he simply asked a question:

"What is my mother, my biological mother, like?"

Upon hearing this, Winston reached out and pulled him into his arms, kissing his cold forehead and gently patting his back.

"She is beautiful. Baby, your mother is a strong, gentle, and wonderful person."

"You and your mother have the same eyebrows and eyes, and the same bone structure. You are your mother's most precious legacy."

Unbeknownst to him, tears streamed down his face. He listened to Winston's words and, in his childish, soft voice, uttered a cruel yet innocent question:

How could I forget her?

The little guy is tearing open his own scar.

He covered his ears, internally cutting himself as if with a knife, trying to atone for his sins.

"How could I forget what she looked like? How could I forget my mother..."

Winston felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his heart. As he comforted his child, he recalled the psychology books he had read before.

This is clearly a normal emotional phenomenon.

At that time, Wu Tu was too young. When faced with such a scene and blow, his body subconsciously activated its protective mechanism, allowing him to forget that heart-wrenching memory deep in the depths of his being.

But Winston knew that he understood this child, this soft-hearted and sensitive child, and that he absolutely could not accept it.

The woman's words only fueled Wu Tu's growing self-doubt.

Was he really a burden to his biological mother? Was he the one who caused her tragic death abroad?

Winston could only cup his face in his hands and say firmly, "Look at me, baby, don't get distracted! Look at Daddy!"

"I am your father, I am your biological father, your biological father by blood! Believe me, okay?"

"Your aunt is lying to you; she's been lying to you from the beginning. Those words are just her disguise."

That woman couldn't accept her own failures and would only blame others for her mistakes.

She never felt like she was lying; in her eyes, everything was true.

This includes a mother who disguised herself as a crow and deceived a child for twelve years.

This prevented the black cat from receiving true maternal love for twelve years.

"Mom..." Wu Tu called out, then realized her mistake and corrected herself, "Auntie, why did you lie to me...?"

Winston couldn't answer. Perhaps the truth was even crueler, and he didn't want Ulva to keep thinking about these cruel people and things.

He pressed Wu Tu's head down and pulled him into his arms, embracing him in a safe and secure environment.

"It's not important anymore, baby. Just get some rest, okay?"

"You're already tired enough today, let's talk about everything tomorrow, okay?"

"Daddy will take you home, and we can live together, okay?"

However, the little black rabbit, with its pale face, wouldn't listen to Winston's words.

His body still trembled slightly, like a reed in the wind.

He has not recovered from the enormous blow.

The little guy's long-held belief was shattered.

He longed for the love he had now, the family he craved, the meaning of his existence, and the happiness he yearned for throughout his life…

It turns out it was all for nothing.

He will never see his mother love him again.

That obsession with wanting his mother's love was something that could never be fulfilled from the very beginning.

He covered his head, remembering the sight he had seen when he was two years old: his mother lying in a pool of blood, barely recognizable as a human.

"Waaah..."

The little guy clutched his head in pain.

Winston seemed to sense something; he held the child, trying to shield him from the fear and despair, but he was powerless to do so.

He could only watch as the little guy, as if he had seen something, succumbed to extreme fear once more.

"So much red... Mom..."

The mother was stuffed into a bag and piled on top of a mountain of corpses.

His mother's hands were ice-cold, and they could never warm him again...