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

"A perforated stomach at such a young age, how did you parents raise your child?"

The doctor looked at the test results and scolded Wu Yaochen in a very serious tone:

"Do you realize that in this situation, I can call the police and report you for child abuse?!"

"This kind of situation can cause shock, it can kill people, don't you have any idea?"

Wu Yaochen had no way to refute the doctor's rant and could only listen to his angry outburst.

After he finished tidying up and arranged for Wu Tu to be hospitalized, Wu Yaochen looked at the thin and frail Wu Tu, and the guilt in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

Wu Yaochen knew that his eldest sister had always disliked his second sister and often bullied her when they were young. However, because he was the youngest son in the family, his family's attitude towards him was always different from that of others. Therefore, Wu Yaochen could not cut ties with his family as firmly as his sister.

Despite his family's ignorance, Wu Yaochen still clung to a sliver of hope and believed in them.

After all, compared to outsiders, they always thought the best of Wu Yaochen.

Wu Yaochen's parents kept repeating this to him, so Wu Yaochen subconsciously believed that no matter what outsiders were like, they could never compare to his family.

But for the Wu family, daughters are all outsiders.

A woman's offspring are also illegitimate children born outside the marriage.

At this moment, Wu Yaochen was also an outsider. In his elder sister's eyes, he was nothing more than a sucker who could be used.

Only now did he understand the suffocating feeling his sister was experiencing.

The hell that his sister escaped only at the cost of her life has been repeated in Wutu's life because of his negligence.

Wu Yaochen looked at Wu Tu, who was covered in wounds, and at his thin, bony body after he changed his clothes, as well as the knife marks on his arms and the various bruises on his body...

Only then did Wu Yaochen understand the pain his sister had been telling him about being tormented by her family.

From the older sister's perspective, home was always her biggest constraint, her hell.

Only after her sister left did she realize that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Only her family of origin was the source of her lifelong dampness.

Looking at the tiny black rabbit on the hospital bed, Wu Yaochen clutched his hair in anguish:

"What am I doing...?"

He muttered to himself, blaming himself. Just then, his phone rang again.

As expected, it was probably my older sister who called.

Frustrated, Wu Yaochen hung up the phone and planned to go outside for a smoke to clear his head.

When he finished smoking three cigarettes and returned, he found that Wu Tu had already woken up.

Wu Yaochen looked at the expressionless Wu Tu and was about to speak when he was immediately interrupted by Wu Tu.

The little guy said in a flat tone:

I will pay you back for the treatment.

Wu Yaochen sighed:

"You're so young, what money do you need? Besides, don't I send you five thousand dollars every month? Even if your aunt takes some, you should still be able to save some, right?"

Wu Tu closed his eyes; he felt he was already exhausted from explaining.

But the person in front of him was still puzzled; it seemed that Wu Yaochen couldn't understand his aunt's behavior.

But he didn't understand either.

Why did all of this have to fall on him?

Even though his aunt is also his relative.

Aunt is also Wutu's closest relative besides her parents.

Every time she faced her aunt's unfair treatment, Wu Tu felt numb but also a little disappointed.

He knew his place and didn't expect his aunt to treat him as well as she would her own child.

But they are related by blood, so why does his aunt treat him worse than she treats an enemy?

Doesn't he deserve to be loved?

Is Wu Tu really a bad person?

Wu Tu really didn't want to keep dwelling on these questions that kept swirling in his mind.

He numbly repeated:

"I can only get three hundred yuan from my aunt each month."

The little guy pointed to his own coat on the bench:

"My phone is over there; you can flip through the account records."

Wu Yaochen then realized he had gone too far: "No, it's not that I don't believe you..."

Wu Tu said in a very tired tone, "Look, my phone is so slow, I can only log into WeChat for a short time. This phone was used by my younger brother, then my aunt, and then it was given to me as a replacement."

Wu Yaochen took the phone, and the cracked screen made him handle it with great care.

He glanced at the brand of the phone, and couldn't even tell which year the pirated version was from.

Mingming's older sister uses the latest models for her son.

This must have been given to Wutu by his maternal grandmother.

This family won't even tell the truth about such a terrible phone.

Wu Yaochen felt he had seen the truth.

He took a deep breath, said nothing, and silently fiddled with his phone.

Sure enough, logging into WeChat and opening the chat history took quite a while.

The little guy and his aunt only exchanged a few words.

Every time, the little guy says he doesn't have enough money, so his aunt transfers him ten or twenty yuan.

Yes, it was transferred in installments, not a one-time payment of 300 yuan to Wutu.

It was only after Wu Tu had been asking her aunt for a long time when she was so hungry that she finally got some.

In the chat history, the little guy kept begging, saying that his grades had improved, that he had spent too much money, and that he had to write a letter of apology in order to get a few days' worth of food money.

And then the cycle repeats itself.

Once the 300 yuan limit was used up, no matter what Wu Tu said afterward, Auntie would not transfer any more money to Wu Tu.

This sense of control, which makes Wutu beg and fawn with low self-esteem, is an invisible way of suppressing Wutu.

Wu Yaochen scrolled through the chat history, and every word and sentence seemed to be dancing on his sensitive spots.

He never expected that his elder sister would be so disobedient behind his back, directly swallowing all the money he had earned and treating her own nephew like a servant.

Wu Yaochen used a little more force and crushed Wu Tu's phone until the screen went black.

Wu Yaochen, seeing his phone screen go black, finally came to his senses and looked at Wu Tu:

"I'm sorry... Uncle didn't mean it. Uncle will buy you a new phone later. What brand do you like? Android or Apple?"

When Wu Tu heard Wu Yaochen's apology, his dark pupils showed no reaction whatsoever, unlike his younger brother who was overjoyed upon hearing about the latest mobile phone.

He no longer believed Wu Yaochen.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood.

The little guy no longer trusts his aunt, nor will he trust the people who have repeatedly hurt him.

Wu Yaochen looked at the child, the nephew he had missed for many years, and realized that even now, he didn't know what kind of person Wu Tu was.

All he knew was that Wutu loved his mother very much.

He also believes that his mother will always love him.

However, Wu Yaochen had already repeatedly trampled on Wu Tu's bottom line.

Even now, all he does is try to make amends to Wutu with ridiculous, material things.

Wu Yaochen awkwardly tried to take care of Wu Tu, but his clumsy manner made the nurses next to him turn their heads.

He had just poured water for the little one when the doctor who had been called in for a consultation saw the black rabbit and asked:

"Why are you here for treatment again? Do you have money this time?"

"Do you want me to buy you some food?"