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

Winston never imagined that if he truly promised to protect a little one, an invisible bond would connect them, and a red thread called kinship would bind them together until the end of their lives.

Only then did he realize that while his own world might be vast, to Wutu, he was Wutu's only one.

He was the only important person in the world of Wutu that was about to collapse.

He is the world of the crow.

His words could even determine the little guy's life or death.

Winston looked at Ulva's hand, which was gripping his hand tightly. That tiny bit of strength was all the power Ulva could muster.

The little one was subconsciously pleading with him for help.

thump.

That bond of kinship and commitment to life struck Winston’s heart for the first time.

It also shattered Winston's long-frozen emotions.

He simply couldn't describe how he felt at that moment; it was a mix of emotions. Was this what it felt like to become a father for the first time?

Winston thought to himself that, faced with such a vulnerable child, the only thing he could think of was to do his best to protect him and shield him from the clutches of his tragic fate.

Winston didn't expect Utah to achieve anything or become a genetically superior person. He only hoped that Utah's future life would be smooth, that he would recover from his illness quickly, and that he would be healthy and happy.

"Be happy..."

Winston involuntarily lowered his head, kissed the child's forehead, and whispered:

"Don't suffer anymore, be happy."

In the following days, Winston was worried about Ulva, so he had to keep a close watch on him at all times.

All sharp objects that the black tusk could reach were removed, and even the hard, angular things were carefully and thoroughly wrapped with a protective layer.

Many more types of medicines have been added to his prescriptions.

Even during his daily chemotherapy sessions, Winston would be by his side, and he didn't care if important meetings were changed to online meetings.

So because of Winston's vigilance, they soon realized that the black rabbit hadn't eaten anything at all.

Despite the chefs in the kitchen preparing various dishes for him, the little guy couldn't eat a single bite.

Seeing how much Winston and the butler cared for him, Wu Tu tried to force himself to eat even though he had no appetite, but he still couldn't control his nausea after eating.

Looking at the mess he had made of the hospital bed, he could only say helplessly and with guilt:

"sorry……"

"sorry."

He apologized again and again, time after time, in a very weak and ineffective manner, but there was nothing else he could do.

Seeing Wu Tu like this, even the steward couldn't help but frown.

This little guy is clearly sick.

It's not his fault that he got sick, and he didn't want to be sick either.

Why apologize?

Isn't he the one who's suffering the most?

Seeing the little guy sitting on the hospital bed, his skin an unnatural flush, his head drooping, looking listless, and then he carefully apologizing in a soft voice.

It truly made everyone around them feel incredibly heartbroken.

Even the doctor who treated him couldn't help but turn his back, not wanting Wu Tu to see his reddened eyes.

Winston looked at the little guy, watching his life wither away at an irreversible pace, and he wanted to make amends to him, but he didn't know how.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the manor.

Someone has returned.

Upon hearing the sound, Winston showed no intention of getting up; only the butler hurriedly went down to greet him.

After watching the servants change her into clean sheets and clothes, Wu Tu picked up the translator's bracelet and said to Winston:

"Thank you... Someone's back. Aren't you going down to see? Don't worry about me, I'm much better now."

Winston has given him so much: a good environment, a superior material life, and extremely high-quality medical care.

Winston truly cared for him like the family he had always dreamed of.

However, Wu Tu hesitated for a long time but dared not call him father.

His psychological trauma hasn't faded, he lacks a sense of security, and he's afraid of troublesome people like himself, people riddled with illnesses, because in the end everyone will still see him as a burden.

If he calls Mr. Winston "Dad," then Mr. Winston will have a hard time getting rid of him.

Even if Mr. Winston were to abandon him later, he would not harbor the slightest resentment.

He felt only gratitude and admiration for Mr. Winston.

If it weren't for Mr. Winston, I would be dead by now.

He wished he could be born here in his next life, on the other side of the world, and become anything he could, as long as it could help Mr. Winston... If only he could become a flower in this manor.

Mr. Winston would open the window every day and see him, which would help him relax.

That's good enough.

Wu Tu dared not say these things aloud; his psychologist had suggested he keep a diary…

Wu Tu was writing intermittently and secretly, thinking to herself that this might not end up as a diary, but as a will.

But at least, he was able to express his gratitude through this diary in the end.

Even if all the world's malice is directed at the little guy, he still only remembers that tiny bit of kindness.

And keep those warm feelings deep in your heart.

But compared to the introverted Ulquiorra, Winston's silence stemmed from his habit of being sparing with words; those in positions of authority didn't need to explain much to others.

But when faced with his frail, young child... Winston didn't know how to express himself.

So even when faced with Wu Tu's soft questioning, Winston didn't know how to say more, and simply replied curtly:

"I don't need to go."

Winston did not get along well with his other children.

This manor was solely Winston's estate, where he lived alone.

Regardless of whether the other children are adults or not, they all have their own houses and private property and can manage their own lives independently.

Winston didn't interfere much, nor did he want to.

His children wouldn't have come to the manor if it weren't for the family's needs.

The manor is so big that even if many guests come, we can arrange separate rooms for them, and each child will have their own room.

Although they rarely come to stay, the Qian family has no shortage of real estate.

But no one could have guessed that Winston and his friends had such a bad relationship that even if they came back, they wouldn't greet each other or meet unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing that Winston had no intention of explaining further, Wutu didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only obediently stay by Winston's side and look at the textbooks she had brought.

He fell asleep while watching, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, Wu Tu felt a burning sensation in his stomach, the pain of not eating for a long time.

With Winston not around, a hint of disappointment flashed in Wutu's eyes, but he quickly recovered. He comforted himself for a while before enduring the pain and trying to go out to find some water.

But to his surprise, he encountered someone he had never seen before as soon as he took the elevator downstairs.