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

When Wu Tu heard this, he could hardly believe his ears.

How is that possible?

He can just fantasize about it in secret.

How could it be that he really became Winston's child?!

The man in front of her was reserved, wealthy, and his knowledge and experience were on a completely different level from hers. They were worlds apart, and he was the kind of "rich person" that her grandmother had always seen.

How could this be his biological father?

And he clearly has parents... his mother raised him for twelve years...

Faced with this situation, Wu Tu was half in disbelief and half fear.

He didn't want to face the truth.

He wasn't his parents' child at all, so they didn't love him...

"I don't want to..."

The black rabbit murmured and took two steps back, but Cooper pressed down on its shoulder.

Cooper's tone was gentle: "Hey, listen to me, Mr. Winston will treat you very well..."

The black cat wouldn't listen to a word.

He wanted to escape, but there was no way out. Realizing he had nowhere to run, he could only reopen the wound that had been there for twelve years and expose it to the world.

"I don't want to!"

This was the first time Wu Tu had cried out so loudly, like a dying cuckoo weeping blood, poignant yet deeply moving.

He wasn't against Winston; he was just afraid of the fact that he would be abandoned.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wu Tu's emotions were too volatile. He lost his balance, knelt on the ground, and curled up in pain, gasping for breath. His breathing was so rapid that it was almost fading away.

The doctors nearby immediately noticed that something was wrong with Wutu. Regardless of how these two parents acted, they pushed Winston and Cooper out of the room, telling them not to further agitate the patient.

"He has respiratory alkalosis. Get him a mask so he can breathe slowly..."

"Boy, take a deep breath. Okay, everything will be alright. Don't get agitated, take it slow..."

Winston stood outside the ward, looking somewhat helplessly at the small figure of the black rabbit.

He didn't expect that his carefully considered words would still hurt the child.

Cooper frowned. "His family situation must be more complicated than I imagined... I really can't imagine what kind of family could produce a child with this kind of personality."

"Although I had heard people say before that family education in East Asian families is very lacking, I don't understand why adults would use the method of suppressing children to gain a sense of accomplishment and to prove their authority by controlling the weak. This is a behavior of personality distortion."

"Adults often project the trauma they themselves have suffered onto children..."

Winston listened to Cooper's words, and finally, he said in a deep voice:

"I will definitely bring him home."

This child should not remain in that dark, muddy swamp.

He shouldn't have been hurt, his soul extinguished, and died in such a daze, only to be remembered after his death as a fool for doing something stupid.

As soon as Winston finished speaking, his assistant walked over, followed by a temporary translator and Winston's private lawyer.

Through the doctor who introduced Wu Tu to the drug trial abroad, the assistant eventually found the junior high school Wu Tu attended. With the help of the school principal and teachers, they finally found the contact information for Wu Tu's parents.

Winston made the call, and the translator beside him was ready to provide simultaneous translation to facilitate their communication.

The call was connected.

A cold, even somewhat condescending voice came from the other end of the line from a middle-aged woman.

Because the school principal had spoken to her beforehand, she naturally assumed that the caller would be her eldest son, and she was prepared for a barrage of scolding.

But to my surprise, the voice that came through was that of a strange man, and I could also faintly hear other people talking nearby.

"Hello, are you Ms. Bai? I am Aiden Lewis Winston, and I am also the biological father of the black rabbit."

"I have already done a paternity test with him. He is currently receiving medical treatment abroad, and I want him to have a better treatment environment. For the sake of the child, I hope you can agree to let me take the child back."

The woman opposite him was silent for a moment, and just when Winston thought she hadn't heard him clearly, she suddenly let out a mocking snort:

"Wu Tu, you're trying to fool me by saying you're sick so you won't go to school? And you even went abroad for treatment? What kind of illness could you possibly have? It's just an excuse to avoid going to school."

"You're going abroad again? Don't lie to me, and don't ask me for any money. I don't have any. You're even getting someone else to lie to your mother, saying you're not my biological child? That's ridiculous."

"Fine, what an ingrate! I knew you couldn't be tame. You're completely different from your brother. I've wasted my time raising you. If you want to cut ties, then so be it. I can save your living expenses and give them to your brother."

"You've always had that hideous, dead look since you were little. I don't know where you got your strange temper from. Maybe you're really not a member of the Wu family. No wonder everyone hates you."

Winston instinctively felt that what she said wasn't good news. He was about to frown and ask the translator what the mother of the black rabbit had said when the sound of footsteps behind him caught his attention.

Winston turned around and found that Ulva had woken up at some point and walked to the door.

He heard every single word his mother said.

He was really abandoned by his parents.

At this moment, Wu Tu didn't particularly want to cry. It seemed that his tears had long since dried up, and the wounds in his heart had become numb, leaving only endless death and loneliness.

Even his last will to live was extinguished by his own family.

Winston looked into those lifeless eyes and his heart skipped a beat. He felt that if he didn't reach out soon, he would lose the black rabbit.

Winston could only take the initiative to hug the little black rabbit again, trying to warm him with his own body heat:

"Would you like to come home with Daddy?"

The black cat lowered its eyes, neither responding nor refusing.

Like a doll that has completely lost its ability to respond to the outside world.

Winston frowned. "I also need a therapist. Find me one, the best one."

Cooper said, "I know, I'll get in touch with them for you."

Although Ulva was like a lifeless, exquisite doll, showing no emotion and saying nothing, Winston instinctively felt he couldn't leave Ulva alone in the cold hospital any longer.

So regardless of whether Utah agreed or not, he covered the little guy with his coat, held him tightly in his arms like a baby, and led him into the Rolls-Royce. The car drove all the way to the Winston family's estate.