"Mr. Lawrence." Tammy came up and reminded him concernedly, "The floor is cold, and please don't drink too much."
"Leave me," Spencer said lightly, "I want some peace." Only the sound of rain could give him a moment of peace.
Tammy went downstairs, worrying both about Ivan and Spencer.
More than a decade ago, Ivan sent Tammy to take care of Spencer.
Spencer didn't know about it until now. Otherwise, he wouldn't agree.
Others may not know, but Tammy knew Ivan cared about Spencer.
When Tammy came to take care of Spencer, Ivan would call every night to ask about Spencer's situation, mainly asking about his mood and mental state.
So, Ivan knew Spencer very well, including his temperament.
Family was important to Ivan. There weren't many people left in the world sharing the same bloodline with him.
The heavy rain was still pouring outside the window, mixed with wind and thunder.
God seemed to be sad.
After a long while.
Footsteps come from behind, Spencer glanced back with the liquor bottle in his hand and saw the still handsome Ivan.
There was no trace of morbidity in Ivan. He was tall, his back straight. He carried some prestige.
Spencer closed his eyes, raised his head, and took a sip of whisky.
Ivan went down, walked up to Spencer, and sat down too on the cold steps, which was very out of character for him.
Even Spencer found it incredible.
After a while.
Spencer raised his head and drank a mouthful of whisky. "Actually, there is nothing between me and her." He laughed at himself. "Look, we live in two rooms."
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