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

After the black rabbit is full, he will let Winston pat his little belly.

After Winston finished touching it, the black rabbit nodded.

"Xiao Bao is full."

"Little Bao, go to sleep."

"Xiao Bao needs to close his eyes."

After saying that, the little guy closed his eyes.

"Oh my god, he's so well-behaved..."

Lilith couldn't help but marvel.

In her memory, she and her brothers were all troublemakers when they were young, often driving the nanny and servants to exhaustion.

A child as young as Wutu, who is so easy for adults to take care of, would be loved by anyone who sees him.

It's fair to say that the little guy's docility and obedience almost goes against the nature of a two-year-old.

However, none of them had ever raised a two-year-old child, so they didn't know what a child of that age should be like.

They could only figure out how to care for the little one by trial and error.

Kaylan said from the side, "We need to change his clothes; they're soaked through from the snow."

Winston grabbed a smaller version of a shirt, intending to put it on the little guy.

"That's not right, he should wear pajamas to sleep."

"Where are the pajamas? Aiden, didn't you ask them to buy some?"

Winston sighed, "I was so busy getting there that I was worried the little one would get hungry, so I only gave my assistant a quick few words on the phone."

"The supplies here weren't complete to begin with, let's have them get more tomorrow."

After discussing it for a while, the adults decided that Richard would contribute one of his silk pajamas.

The little one, wrapped up, still looks like a baby cicada.

He was lying face down on the pillow with his butt sticking out, already fast asleep and snoring softly.

His older siblings surrounded him, all staring at the little guy's sleeping face as if they were under a spell, not finding it boring at all, and showing no intention of leaving.

Richard and his companions were forced to leave only when Winston turned hostile and ordered them to leave.

But just as Winston was about to go to bed with the little guy as usual, he noticed that the little guy's brows had been furrowed.

The little guy started humming softly again, seemingly out of nowhere.

"What's wrong?"

Winston sensed something was wrong and tried to wake the black rabbit.

The first thing the little guy did when he opened his eyes wasn't to call for his father, but to uncontrollably vomit up all the milk he had just drunk.

The little guy looked confused at first. He felt a bit uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to vomit.

But after vomiting it up, he immediately felt guilty.

At an age when he doesn't need to be sensible, the little guy has already learned to apologize.

He nervously clutched his socks, glancing cautiously at Winston as if observing his expression.

After a while, the little guy said softly:

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

Winston's heart was numb with pain.

He didn't know what to say.

It was clearly their fault; they hadn't taken good care of the baby, and they hadn't carefully read the steps for preparing the formula.

It was because he didn't go to find the mother of the black worm that they suffered.

He owes Wutu.

But every time, it was the little guy who apologized first.

Wu Tu seemed to be constantly afraid, afraid that his mother would abandon him, afraid that his father would not want him.

His life was one of constant wandering. He lost his mother at a young age, was abandoned by various people, and continued to live as an dependent as he grew older…

Winston's heart ached at the thought of his children's suffering.

It turns out that the little guy has been afraid of being abandoned since he was so young.

Winston took a deep breath.

He picked up the little one, had the maid come in to change the sheets, and then cleaned the stains off the little one's body.

"It's not your fault, baby."

"You did nothing wrong, and Dad will never abandon you, never."

"Daddy loves you."

Winston repeated these words tirelessly.

If Wutu doesn't remember, he'll say it fifty times, a hundred times, until Wutu understands that he is truly loved by his father.

He can be as willful and affectionate as other children.

Winston repeated this over and over, while touching the little guy's sweaty forehead.

It was only then that he realized the little guy didn't just have an upset stomach.

He seems to still have a fever.

Winston had to call a doctor in the middle of the night to give the little guy a full check-up.

The butler, who had already gone to rest, also came downstairs. When he saw the tiny black rabbit, he sighed:

"You should have woken me up, sir."

"Taking care of a child is not an easy task."

Winston rarely made mistakes; he was always right, standing at the top guiding others. He was always the one being fawned over and surrounded by admirers.

But when faced with the little one, he didn't hesitate to show weakness:

"I was too presumptuous."

The little guy has suffered so much.

He had assumed that Wutu was already the most vulnerable and in need of care at the age of twelve.

But unexpectedly, his child was like a tender flower bud when he was young.

If you're not careful, you'll break its branches and cause it to wither.

Parents must give their children an unconditional love and care.

Only children like this can grow up smoothly, healthily and safely...

During the examination, the doctors couldn't help but marvel at how docile the black rabbit was.

Even when faced with the cold stethoscope, the little guy didn't struggle.

He just looked a little scared.

The little guy doesn't run away, but he will cover his eyes, thinking that this will hide him and prevent the doctor from finding him.

The doctor had to remind me several times to maintain my professional ethics before I managed to resist being overwhelmed by the little guy's cuteness.

He coughed once before speaking to Winston:

"Mr. Winston, all things considered, the little guy is fine; the fever is due to being frightened."

"It's better for children to take less medicine. I just prescribed some medicine for him and used fever-reducing patches. Afterwards, I can try to soothe him and let him rest well."

"By the way... if, as you said, the child saw something unpleasant, it's best to keep him awake and let him vent his emotions to avoid leaving any lasting trauma."

Winston carefully noted down everything the doctor said.

After watching the doctor leave, he thought about it and consulted a psychologist, who gave him the same advice.

So Winston had no choice but to put the little guy down and watch him.

The little guy looked listless and listless after all that commotion.

But he held tightly to his father's clothes the whole time, and even when the doctor picked him up for the examination, he didn't want to let go.

The little one was afraid that in the blink of an eye, even this only support would disappear like his mother.