[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

When he really entered the interior of the villa, Tom discovered that all the furniture is in a simple style and simple decoration, which belongs to the Nordic pragmatism and simple tones.But if it's just the design style, it's not enough to make Tom feel strange.

He didn't know where Henry said that the room where he and Ada's things were placed, but as far as the living room was too empty.

It's so tidy here, it seems that the owner doesn't live here often.

Maybe it's because of the master's preference, Tom didn't pay much attention to this aspect, and such a thought was just a flash, because he didn't have enough brain power to deal with everything that happened next.

The man was still wearing his straight formal attire, and he didn't take off his coat because of the warm temperature in the room. Ivan didn't speak, there was no emotion on his face, he just turned around and left.

"My brother Louis wants to see you."

Tom remembered Ivan's expression just now, and his heart was full of strange emotions.

He doesn't know where he deserves Louis Sterling to meet him.Because of Locke?Because of Henry?He considers himself an inconspicuous part of their social system.

He was looking at Louis Sterling, a man with elites written all over his body.Wearing a pair of glasses, he sat on the gray sofa with his legs crossed, like a still shadow standing in this empty space.

He didn't like feeling like that, being judged, being scrutinized.However, he didn't say anything, just opened the mouth and said:

"Mr Sterling?"

Louis saw the discomfort of the man opposite, so his expression loosened a little, stood up, and said politely:

"Mr. Green." He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the voices from outside came in faintly, including the laughter of girls, the cheers of boys, and the splash of water.

"You like Henry very much?"

Tom paused, and replied: "Yes, he and Ada are very smart children, and they are also very likable."

Louis seemed to disagree with the last sentence, but he just frowned and continued:

"Because their mother is in country A, but I rarely leave country E, so Ivan takes care of them most of the time."

Tom nodded. In many cases, Ivan and Locke were indeed more like their fathers. During the period of living with Locke, he found that Broccoli rarely accompanied Ada and Henry.

Louis didn't continue to ask, but changed the subject: "Mr. Green and Mr. Reed share a room?"

"Yes." Tom was a little impatient because of this inexplicable conversation and inexplicable atmosphere.He was eager to find out where all the strange feelings came from during this period of time.And why did these people who would never have had the opportunity to contact him pay attention to him.

Like Elsie Cook, like Louis Sterling.

Locke had drunk a little too much. Tom took his arm and dragged him into the bedroom. He was still troubled by the same habit of the Sterling brothers, half-speaking, sighing and accidentally hitting Locke on the head. There was a thumping sound from the cabinet.

He froze for a moment, and hurried to look. Locke didn't seem to feel anything, and he still didn't move, so he was relieved to throw him on the bed.

Unexpectedly, just as Tom was about to exert his strength, Locke suddenly yelled and curled up.

A low cry of pain came from Locke's throat. His arm that had been sagging on one side was suddenly covered with veins, and he hugged his head. Tom leaned forward in panic.His lips were already pale, and cold sweat was hidden under the short golden hair on his forehead.

"Lock! Rock Reed! Wake up!"

The voice overflowing from Locke's throat became more and more painful, and his heavy breathing sounded like an old bellows, accompanied by the violent ups and downs of his chest, which made Tom even more panicked.He quickly called the emergency number, and then shouted his name to try to wake him up, but Locke was still trembling and curled up. He didn't go into shock or fainted. Press on his chest.

After his conversation with Louis Sterling, Tom left early and didn't pick up Locke from the acting driver until late at night.

Tom has no clue about his situation.

Tom suddenly thought of something, he looked for Locke's phone, took Locke's hand to unlock the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Sterling?"

Tom didn't have time to greet, so he spoke first. He was a little incoherent, but he still tried his best to keep calm.

"Lock suddenly hugged his head and seemed to be in great pain. I have called an ambulance. Has he ever had this situation before?"

They seemed to be stunned for a second, and suddenly Ivan Sterling's hoarse voice sounded.

"Don't touch him yet. There is a bottle of medicine in his drawer, which is on the right side of a box. Give him two pills first."

There seemed to be the sound of something being knocked over there, and Sterling's tone was fast and calm, as if he was moving quickly.

"I'll be there right away, please stay calm."

After hanging up the phone and opening the drawer, he quickly took a glass of water and poured the found pills into Locke's mouth with a sip of water. Locke seemed to be still conscious, so the pills were swallowed smoothly.

Just when Tom was about to stand up and be put down by the cup, Locke suddenly sat up with the strength he didn't know where it came from.

The cup tumbled to the floor.

Tom froze.

The man's golden head was buried between his neck, and the wet liquid ran down the cotton cloth on his shoulders, making the skin warm to the touch.Locke has great strength, he knows it, but he has never felt such an effort, like fear, fear that he will leave.

He was talking in a low voice, intermittently, as if he was actually awake.

"Tom... are you still alive?"

His voice became louder and hoarse, the warmth on his shoulders expanded, and he just repeated: "Where are you?"

"Tom..."

Tom patted the back reassuringly, tried to calm him down, and put him back on the bed.

"Ivan..." His voice dropped, "Ivan..."

The Tom that Locke was talking about was not him, and Tom knew clearly that, enduring the painful protests from the circled place, he suddenly understood something.

Tom Sterling.

The name that Ivan Sterling once mentioned.

Locke's body was hot, and his hand was still held in his hand, but it made him feel a bone-chilling chill. He didn't know what was behind it.He had never seen such a fragile Locke, the man never seemed to care about anything, he always smiled wildly and casually, and he didn't seem to think that the behavior of flustering to the point of knocking over a series of things was suitable for that elegant and calm man.

He didn't know anything about it, only felt a huge loss and sadness enveloping him like a thick lead cloud.He seemed to be able to hear the screams and hisses in Locke's brain, the loud explosions, the flames that soared into the sky, and the debris of the building.

Where do those emotions come from?

he does not know.

Sitting tiredly on the rest chair in the hospital, Tom pressed his temple.He was very tired, everything caught him off guard today, he was at a loss for too many things, if it was him in the past, he would definitely give up exploring, but this time it was different.

Ivan Sterling stood aside, seemingly not planning to sit down.He seemed to have arrived from work late at night, wearing a dark shirt and the same black suit jacket from today's party hanging on his arm.

Tom remained silent, and the scene in front of him changed from Ivan's handmade leather shoes to the file folder on the nurse's desk at the nurse's station at the end.Nurses passing by were whispering about them in the distance, not sure if it was because of their handsome looks or because of their weird atmosphere.

He didn't think that Ivan would explain anything to him, he didn't have this obligation, even though he thought this man was different from his elder brother's gentleness that was revealed to outsiders.

But he still spoke, his voice tried to keep calm, but it was still tired.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Green, please."

Tom forced a smile: "It's OK."

"Locke is not only my landlord, but also my friend, and I worry about him too."

The overly bright lights of the hospital made this slender man look a bit depressed. Under his feet was a slender shadow, falling like a sharp dagger on the tiled floor.

He finally sat down, sitting upright.The sudden close distance made Tom a little uncomfortable. He thought that Ivan would like to maintain a proper social distance with others, but this was obviously a bit unexpected.

"Locke once had an accident, which left relatively serious sequelae."

The man spoke slowly, his low voice made people feel refreshed. When you look carefully, his handsome facial features are more profound on the pale skin. The unique smell of the hospital has been adapted to the nasal cavity, and Tom can't help but come to him suddenly. The kindness and familiarity made me feel a little stunned.

"It happened before I knew him, so I don't know the details."

Lewis has always kept this secret.

"He had a memory that was incomplete and caused him frequent headaches, but rarely this severe."

"Did he drink a lot tonight?"

Ivan was silent, paused, and continued, "Something happened today."

They broke up for good.

Trying to pick out other emotions from Ivan's words, Tom didn't know what to say.He still remembered how Locke looked when he called Ivan.

He thinks Locke loves him.

"I'm sorry, although this is a bit rude, but I still want to ask, is it because of one person?" Tom added: "Tom Sterling."

Ivan turned his head suddenly, his eyes were no longer as gentle as before, even cold.Tom regretted it for a moment.

"Um, sorry." Tom said sincerely, "You know, Locke mentioned this man by accident."

Most importantly, Ivan also mentioned him to him, didn't he.

Ivan didn't seem to want to say anything more, his light blue pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, with the condensed water vapor in the winter morning.Tom was a little sad. He didn't know why it happened like this. Even though he always had doubts about the way Locke and Ivan got along, he still envied the tacit atmosphere between them.He picked up his phone and stared at the overhead lights reflected on the pitch-black screen, his thoughts drifting away.

"He left many years ago."

The lights in the operating room dimmed, and doctors and nurses came out in a file, Ivan whispered.

【Ding!Memory unlocked. 】

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