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After an assassination and fire, almost all the sons of Brandon Sterling had psychological problems, and the screams in nightmares every night made people feel pity, and people couldn't help but say a word of pity.

Xavier turned a deaf ear to other people's gazes, but he remained silent on the surface, and he was no longer in high spirits, being held in the palm of his hand.

He tried his best to show that the man he exchanged for was no longer there, and everything was meaningless.

The FBI invited a psychiatrist for him, but no one saw the glint in his eyes.

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half year later.

Xavier watched as the psychiatrist hired by the FBI was counseling his mother.

He lost his father that night, and his mother lost her memory.

The permanent damage to the memory area of ​​the brain made it impossible for her to think of the husband she once loved so much in her life.

Except for Williams, the retired American soldier who rescued them back then, no one in this world knew that his mother, Irene Sterling, was still alive.

Xavier can use himself as bait, but he can't take his mother with him because he can't protect her now.

But when Irene woke up after being in a coma for two months, all her memories and her past disappeared.

She would look at him and look guilty.Later, I forced myself to recall the past, and gradually, I developed an obsession.

"Sorry, Zevi." Irene looked at him pale and hopeless.

Her son is in danger now, but she can do nothing and know nothing.

Xavier shook his head and said gently, "It's okay, Mom."

Even if she forgets everything, her love for him never changes.

The so-called mother, the so-called maternal love.She only looked at it from a distance, and she tolerated it all her life.

The lack of memory makes people extremely insecure. How can a person without a past face the future.It was never Xavier who needed a therapist, but Irene.But Xavier can only find a psychiatrist in this way, and then coerce and lure him, and secretly bring him here.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the psychiatrist showed interest in his eyes, which soon disappeared.

When leaving again this time, Xavier suddenly asked: "Do you know John Watson, sir?"

"The enthusiastic and knowledgeable doctor in "Sherlock Holmes", Sherlock's assistant" the psychiatrist replied casually, he was a little puzzled by Xavier's question.

Xavier smiled, noncommittal.

Through the car door, the psychiatrist looked at the seven-year-old boy who was fading away, and a trace of uneasiness gradually gathered in his heart. He had already seen that the boy was extremely smart, but after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why ask this question.

Hidden worries are like silk threads, lingering indefinitely.

After another two months, Xavier was tired of dealing with the killers sent by the organization, but the magnificent woman he was waiting for never appeared again.

Belmode, Belmode, Belmode!

Every time Xavier said the name in his mind, his heart was burned by the fire of that night, leaving ashes behind.

Xavier suddenly felt a little tired. Regarding the FBI, the incompetence of these people made him even more angry.He was split into two halves, rationally, he raised a monster, and only waited for the moment when his heartstrings were broken, that was the moment when the monster came out of the cage.

When Xavier saw the psychiatrist looking at her with the same eyes that his father used to look at Irene, Xavier closed his eyes silently, and there was already scarlet.

The psychiatrist was keenly aware of a shocking killing intent, and then he turned around to find the little boy standing there with a gloomy face.

The killing intent was obvious, and the madness descended like a nightmare.

Irene didn't notice this at all, she was delighted at the arrival of her son, and then left the psychiatrist behind. She only had her son in her eyes now, and she didn't realize the deep love hidden in the psychiatrist's eyes.

Xavier retracted his fangs, then smiled at Irene with a stiff face.

Eileen had always been happy, then and now, and Xavier only hoped that she would remain happy, along with his, and his father's.

"Good night, Mom." Xavier kissed Irene on the forehead, serious as a man.

Irene lay on the bed, and said in a sleepy way: "Seeing you, I seem to see your father."

Although she had forgotten him, she felt that way.

Xavier was stiff. At that time, he was far less polite and calm than he is now.

After leaving the bedroom door, Xavier saw the psychiatrist standing outside the door.

"Let's talk." The psychiatrist showed a completely different expression than usual.

Xavier searched the kitchen for a long time before finding a pack of coffee. In order to minimize the possibility of Irene's exposure, he rarely came here.

Xavier's fingers moved as he touched the coffee cup.

Xavier handed the coffee to the psychiatrist, then looked straight at him, and said with difficulty: "You fell in love with her."

Not a question, but a certainty.

The psychiatrist seemed a little embarrassed. He took a sip of coffee to cover up, but it was so bitter that he almost spit it out.

This kid is really vengeful.he thought to himself.

"Yes, I fell in love with her." The psychiatrist answered honestly.

In fact, he didn't understand why he fell in love with Irene, as if all his unfulfilled feelings were waiting to meet her.

Inexplicable, but also calm.

Xavier took a deep breath, and then he still couldn't suppress his anger. All the madness he had been suppressing these days all spewed out at this moment.

"Why do you! Why do you covet her!" Xavier growled coldly.

His father would never have thought that after half a year, someone would covet his favorite woman, and someone would press her every step of the way.

But the mountain has collapsed.

"Just because your father died, and I appeared beside her." The psychiatrist said this fact coldly.

The wound that had rotted before it scabbed was torn bloody again, and Xavier vaguely looked at the faceless man lying upside down on the gorgeous carpet.

The so-called overwhelmed with pain means that you can't keep what you got at the beginning.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Xavier's lips and teeth were bleeding, and his voice was broken.

A gun was pressed against the psychiatrist's waist with shocking force.

"Believe it or not I'll kill you right now."

Xavier's slightly cold breath was like a gossamer, and like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Before he could sit on the magnificent concert hall and place his hands on the keys of the piano, he had already picked up the gun.

"Why do you say this! Why do you think you can give Irene what my father can't give her!" Xavier took a deep breath and said contemptuously: "Just because of your status as a fugitive now!"

The psychiatrist finally showed a surprised expression, then his breath changed, and he squinted at him: "How do you know?"

Four months ago, Xavier discovered that the psychiatrist recruited by the FBI had been quietly replaced. Although he still had the same face, he had changed.

Finally, the "psychiatrist" in front of him thought of something, and he read out a name.

"John Watson"

After two months, the "psychiatrist" still clearly remembered the seemingly inexplicable problem.

When the name John Watson is mentioned, many people's reaction is Dr. Watson in "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes". Few people know that the name John Watson also represents a psychologist.

John Watson was an American who pioneered the "behaviorism" of psychology, but he was quite controversial.

When a psychiatrist mentioned the name of a psychologist who is also in the field of psychology, he thought of the characters in the book, how could he not be suspected.Not only was his identity as a psychiatrist suspected, but his nationality may also be exposed.

A psychologist in this country, if he is an American, how could he not know anything about it.

It turned out that he lost here. "Psychiatrist" frowned.

Xavier felt the condensed and powerful aura around him, and the gun in his hand did not dare to relax at all.

The "psychiatrist" thought that he had escaped the investigation of the British MI6, the American CIA, and the FBI. No one knew that he was hiding under the nose of the FBI.Now, he was exposed by a seven-year-old boy!

This made him narrow his eyes slightly, revealing a little danger, and instantly exposed the appearance of his hands covered with blood.

"Do you think that I will be caught without a fight?" The "psychiatrist" laughed extraordinarily mockingly, as if mocking his innocence.

Xavier frowned, and was about to withdraw and leave.

But how could the "psychologist" do what he wanted? The moment Xavier pulled the trigger, the gun in his hand was turned in a different direction.

"You don't want to wake up your mother, do you?"

A word that was not a threat made Xavier slow down for a moment.Then, his gun was taken from him.

"You underestimate me." He thought that a gun could control his life and death, but he could dodge the bullet in an instant, and Xavier would also be powerless at that time.

Feeling the cold and black metal on his head, Xavier finally showed some uneasiness, but he still managed to calm down: "You fell in love with Irene, you killed me and you thought you could get what you wanted"

The "psychiatrist" sneered, at this moment he showed the ruthlessness of a power contender with the world's top forces.

"If you die, I think I have a better chance. After all, for a woman, what happens when a man appears at her most vulnerable time, the result is obvious."

"And she will never know that her son died at my hands."

After a long time, just when the "psychiatrist" thought he was sure of winning, he suddenly heard Xavier chuckle twice, and sighed: "You underestimate women."

"And you underestimated me even more."

Now, the time has come.

The "psychiatrist" only felt that the abdominal cramps were unspeakable, and his expression became a little shocked.

"Arsenic trioxide tastes good, right?" Xavier snatched the gun from his hand again the moment his mind lost control.

Taking two steps back, Xavier pointed at his head from afar.

In the end, he still won.

The "psychiatrist", that is, Andrei Terekin, never imagined that he would one day lose to a seven-year-old boy.Without a bit of slack, he was on guard all the way, but he still suffered a crushing defeat.

It turned out that the cup of coffee was his last resort.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly thought of that sentence, if you die now, another man will marry your wife, spend your money, and beat your baby...

Do you think it’s cruel or not? Why did my heart hurt so much when I wrote it... It’s really embarrassing to cry when I wrote it myself... (What the hell is it that I moved myself to cry????)

ps: I don't think I will write abuse articles in the future, I am so tired.

pps: Thank you for your bombs (and of course your reminders...)

ppps: I got another ssr, Ibaraki Doji!