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

Such a beautiful estate, resembling a small city, is something Wu Tu has probably only ever seen on a mobile phone screen.

But when he actually set foot on this land, he had no reaction at all.

Winston looked down at the black rabbit in his arms, gently touched its forehead, and then looked up at the butler who was walking towards him at a leisurely pace.

The butler, whose temples were slightly gray, had lived in this manor since childhood.

Their family had served the Winstons for generations.

He had witnessed the rise and fall of the Winston family firsthand. To him, the head of the family was a respected employer, an important friend, and a family member.

As with every other day, the butler stood at the door to greet the master home on time.

But today, he unexpectedly met a little guest.

Mr. Winston held him in his arms, shielding him from the storms of the outside world, his eyes filled with a tenderness and affection rarely seen in a butler.

The careful movements were as if protecting an extremely fragile and delicate flower.

Watching Winston's actions, even the butler couldn't help but hold his breath as he saw the little guy peek out from Winston's arms.

That was such a weak and pitiful little fellow.

The housekeeper looked at him with the eyes of someone who had raised several children. His thin body and pale face indicated that the little guy was malnourished and had not been treated well.

However, the black tusk actually has very delicate features. Its small face and small body make its eyes appear large and its eyelashes very long. This innate beauty gene is quite similar to Winston's.

Winston solemnly introduced the man to the butler:

"This is my child, the youngest son of the Winston family."

The butler didn't ask a single question; it was his professional ethics not to pry into his employer's privacy. He simply studied the black rabbit for a moment and said gently:

"His nose and mouth look like yours."

After saying that, the butler efficiently instructed the servants to prepare a room for the little guy and make him a hot children's meal.

Unfortunately, the black rabbit had no appetite at all.

He sat at the long dining table, close to Winston's seat, with the butler attentively attending to his meal.

Wu Tu looked at the plates of exquisite food that she had never eaten before, but found them tasteless.

He didn't want to eat, but he also didn't want Winston and the butler to look disappointed.

So the little guy opened his mouth.

But once he returned to his room and was alone, Wu Tu immediately went to the bathroom, pressed her fingers against her tongue, and probed her throat…

"Well……"

He bent over and vomited up all the sinful food that was still in his stomach.

Forcibly stimulating the body to vomit is also a behavior that goes against instinct and harms the body.

But Wu Tu no longer cared.

The thought that this food would provide energy for his body made him restless and felt uncomfortable with a bloated stomach.

He shouldn't have eaten it.

A person like him doesn't deserve to live.

It's such a pity, these things are so expensive... He also wasted food, I'm really sorry.

Guilt enveloped Wutu's entire body, and the suffocating feeling rendered Wutu unable to do anything but slowly be submerged by the deathly sea.

Wu Tu clutched his chest, trying to catch his breath, but he couldn't concentrate on anything he was doing.

correct.

I wish I could feel the pain.

Sharp pain can relieve psychological distress.

Wu Tu stood up and wandered around the room twice, looking bewildered.

This was the first time he had looked around his room in the Winston house, but he was looking for a sharp object.

When he grasped the fruit knife on the fruit plate, he didn't hesitate for a moment before stabbing himself.

The butler waited until late at night, and seeing that the young master should be asleep, he decided to sneak a peek to see if the little guy was settling in, and also to take away the fruit plate and milk that he had left inside that night.

Who knew that when he went in, he would see the little guy holding a knife and hurting himself.

"Oh God..."

The butler immediately rushed over and gently persuaded Wu Tu to give him the fruit knife.

The little guy didn't understand why the butler was so nervous. He wasn't worth making people nervous, and these were just small cuts, like the ones he often got from falling while working.

And sometimes he would do this to himself when he felt sad.

Previously, even if someone saw the bruises on his body and the wounds on his arms, they would ignore them and take it for granted.

So, over time, he gradually came to realize that his own body wasn't important.

How could anyone show a pained expression just because they saw his wound?

……

Winston has arrived.

He rushed over from his study as soon as he heard the news, still carrying the lingering scent of tobacco.

He glanced at Wu Tu, whose face was filled with a blank expression, and said nothing. There was no blame, no words that stung Wu Tu; he simply held him, let the doctor treat his wounds, and then gently massaged his knee, trying to calm him down.

Winston asked in a low voice:

"Can I sleep with Daddy tonight?"

Even if Ulva wanted to refuse him, Winston would have a hundred reasons to make Ulva obey.

Because the black worm is very vulnerable now.

Because his child needs him now.

But in fact, Winston hadn't shared a room or slept in the same bed with anyone for a long time.

He had witnessed the power struggles of his youth, and even his own mother wanted to kill him in a fight for shares, so he didn't believe in sincerity.

After having those children, if he keeps people around him, it will inevitably involve some open and covert struggles, as well as the competition for the future succession.

Therefore, Winston no longer had any intention of getting married.

Although Wu Tu was just a child and couldn't possibly have any intention of harming him, the usually empty room unexpectedly became crowded just from the addition of one person's breathing and heartbeat.

He could hear the little guy slowly crawling into his bed, wrapping himself in his blanket, his hair brushing against the pillow, and letting out a soft sigh.

He listened as the little guy's breathing gradually calmed down.

But he knew the little guy definitely wasn't asleep.

The psychologist said that the deepest wounds often come from the people closest to us. When patients suffer such a major blow, what they need most is warmth and companionship.

So Winston sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the little guy's peaceful profile. His face, which wasn't very chubby to begin with, had a rounded curve because it was pressed against the pillow. His sideburns were neatly pressed against the pillow, making the little guy look especially well-behaved.

Under the dim nightlight, Winston felt like a father watching over a newborn baby.

He patted the black rabbit's back, soothing it gently and driving away its pain and unease.

Wu Tu is now sleeping in her father's bed, covered with her father's blanket, her nose filled with her father's scent, and the sense of security she felt from her father's comfort finally welled up again.

He was so tired that he fell asleep.

However, the little guy only actively reduced the small distance between himself and Winston after he fell asleep.

Only after the little one fell asleep could he let his guard down and instinctively snuggle towards Winston, his fingers hooking tightly around Winston's little finger.

Like a helpless child, once again clutching their entire world.

I pray once again, do not abandon him.