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

Wu Yaochen still believed what his older sister said was true...

He thought...

He trusted his family members again, who were like ghosts.

What did he do to a child?

Wu Yaochen offered no resistance whatsoever, appearing decades older and utterly distraught as he was arrested by the police.

When the silver bracelet touched his skin and he felt its heaviness and coldness, he realized that he had really made a mistake.

As he got into the car, still clinging to a sliver of hope, he broke free from the police's restraint and turned to ask Richard behind him:

"Could I... could I meet with Wu Tu?"

"I know I was wrong, but... but I haven't seen him yet. How is he now?"

"I want to see him. I want to see if he looks like my sister... I'm a suspect, he should come to the police station to see me, right?"

Richard said coldly:

Stop dreaming.

"We will never let him see you again. Not every single member of your Wu family."

Wu Yaochen was struck dumb.

He was pushed by the police and forcibly put into the car, where Richard and Cyrus disappeared from sight.

He also couldn't meet his own nephew.

Cyrus watched the police car drive away and asked, "Is this all over?"

Richard said coldly, "It's not over yet."

"There are so many people spreading rumors and cyberbullying the little guy online. Even if we traced their IPs and sued them one by one, it would take a lot of effort."

"The most important thing is Utah's positive image. Now that he is being questioned, his future in future matches may be affected by this, and his competitive achievements may be taken away because of these prejudices."

Cyrus immediately said, "It won't happen. These things won't happen."

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with the same obsession as Winston's.

In this respect, the members of their family are all very similar.

That means they've made up their minds about one thing, and they will never change them.

They treasured the black clown, and the black clown will always be the lifeblood of the Winston family, both then and now.

The black clown had once saved Cyrus's life, so Cyrus would never allow the black clown to become that lifeless state again...

Cyrus said coldly, "And that family, the sentence was too lenient, only a few years in prison. When they get out, the little guy won't even be an adult yet, and those people will definitely come after him again."

As Richard listened to Cyrus's words, he couldn't help but think of the memory monitor from before.

It would be great if that could be listed on the stock market and get certified.

This would give them substantial evidence to prove the existence of the black rabbit.

All the suffering the little guy had endured would be laid bare before everyone.

Everyone will know that there is such bullying and suffering in some unseen corners.

Thinking of this, Richard looked up and immediately contacted Winston.

He wanted to inquire about the progress of the memory detector.

Winston understood Richard's meaning. He had previously given that research institute a huge investment, so he could be considered the institute's angel investor.

The research institute will certainly do its best to meet Winston's demands.

The staff member on the other end immediately replied:

"It had already passed five rounds of testing. However, during the launch phase, there was a showcase event, but we haven't found any testers willing to demonstrate their memory at the event."

"After all, most people are unwilling to make their memories public and expose them to millions or tens of millions of people."

Winston tightened his grip on his phone.

"I have someone in mind."

"But I need to ask him what he's willing to do."

……

After waking up, the little one kept his eyes closed and dawdled, unwilling to get out of bed.

He didn't want to face his father either.

After the despair and paranoia faded and reason returned, Wu Tu felt deep regret...

He didn't regret his choice, but rather why he didn't jump.

My aunt said that back then, and some people in the live stream kept making noise, saying that if I didn't jump, I was lying to them.

So the little guy was afraid that if he didn't jump, people would think he was just trying to get attention.

He was afraid of being blamed or questioned with concern by his family...

No matter what kind of feelings they are, Wu Tu can't bear them now.

He dared not recall the feeling he had yesterday on the rooftop, staring straight into the abyss.

But deep down, he also felt that he was particularly bad because he could only use such extreme methods to resist, and because he was so stupid and powerless.

The crow despises itself for this state.

What should he do if his family looks at him with incomprehension, as if he's a monster...?

Thinking of this, the little guy silently retreated back under the covers, covered his face, and broke down in tears.

He huddled under the covers, as if he were inside his snail shell, only able to deal with the world with unease and sensitivity.

What a piece of junk! What terrible stuff! Utter garbage...

The little guy's fingernails dug into his palms. He was anxious and in pain, and he wanted to hurt himself, but there was nothing sharp in the room.

He wandered around the room in a daze until he heard the soft sound of a door lock turning outside.

Upon hearing the sound, the little one immediately panicked and scurried into a corner of the room, wrapped in a blanket.

Like a silly mushroom.

He nervously bit his nails, counting the footsteps of the approaching person.

The footsteps paused for a moment, and they spotted him in the corner.

But the person didn't approach; instead, they walked to the bedside table and stopped.

That footsteps aren't Dad's...

The little guy felt a little disappointed.

At some point, Ulva could even distinguish Winston's footsteps, breath, and breathing.

He couldn't explain the difference between his father and other people, but whenever Winston was around, he felt a sense of security and peace of mind.

"Young Master?"

It was the butler's voice.

The unidentified creature in the corner bristled at the shout, then shrank back even more.

It's as if my head is covered with messages like, "Don't scold me, please be gentle and kind to me..."

The butler sighed, a mixture of helplessness and amusement, but ultimately didn't approach him. He simply spoke to the small bulge:

"Young master, remember to eat lunch. Mr. Winston has had the chef make your favorite tomato and cheese baked rice."

"No matter how bad you feel, eating will make you feel better."

Hearing such gentle words, the little one could hardly hold back the tears welling up in his eyes, which turned into watery eyes.

The butler was so good to him...

Can you please not be so nice to him...?

Wouldn't this just make him feel even more wronged and guilty...?

The butler looked at the little guy for a while, then knelt down on one knee, handed him something, and silently left.

The little guy heard the door close and reached out to feel around, only to find that the butler had handed him an ugly-cute bunny doll.

There was a sticky note on the rabbit plush toy's belly, which read:

"An injured child needs an Abebe (comforting toy)."