A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 37

◎ Is he deaf or just ignoring me? ◎

". . . . . ." 

Mr. Harris didn't answer for a long time. The golden sphere with fluttering wings stopped moving, and the huge room fell into silence after I finished speaking. 

I waited for I don't know how long, squeezing my fingers, until I heard a sigh in my ear. I looked up and saw the golden sphere flying to the left, as if guiding me in that direction. 

I wasn't sure, so I looked at Lin Qingshu, who walked straight in that direction, and I followed. 

The sphere led us all the way inside, stopping in front of a door at the deepest part. Lin Qingshu pushed the door open, and I walked in. 

The decoration inside the room was similar to that outside, except for a white seven-petal flower on the bedside. Mr. Harris lay on a bed with a dark red velvet canopy, his whole body tightly covered by the quilt, only his neck and head exposed. 

His hair was light brown and slightly curled, and his face looked very young, with a high nose and deep eyes. He seemed only slightly more mature than me in appearance, but his voice was incredibly old. 

Mr. Harris smiled slightly at me when he saw me come in." I'm sorry, I can't stand up to greet you." 

It turned out that he didn't come out in person, but used the golden sphere's voice transmission function to talk to me, because he had completely lost his mobility. . . I thought it was just Mr. Harris's special hobby. 

I was too shocked and stood there frozen. Mr. Harris seemed accustomed to my reaction and asked me to sit on the cushion next to him. Before I could react, Lin Qingshu walked over and adjusted the white halo on his wrist as if it was second nature to him. 

I slowly sat down and saw the white circle on his hand, which looked very familiar - it was exactly the same as the healing device that Axiu had used at home before. 

I could now guess that this kind of device was probably only available to the upper echelons of the empire. Based on my parents' job level, it wouldn't be difficult for them to have a high-end healing device at home. Axiu should have seen it too. Maybe when he was tortured in the prisoner of war camp, they used this thing to treat him, so he was so skilled at using it. 

Lin Qingshu looked at the healing device and frowned, saying, "Mr. Harris, your physical condition. . ." 

"That's enough, Qingshu."  Mr. Harris withdrew his hand and shook his head slightly, "After so many years, I know my own condition and have gotten used to it." 

Lin Qingshu didn't say anything, and I sat there with my mouth open, not knowing what to say for a moment. I regretted sitting down so quickly. 

I didn't see what operation was performed, but Mr. Harris's upper body suddenly lifted up with the bed. He looked at me with a calm expression and a loving gaze. After looking at me for a while, he sighed, "Good child, you look so much like your parents." 

Perhaps because my parents were his first students and sacrificed themselves in a foreign land, Mr. Harris seemed to miss them especially. 

I nervously smiled, not expecting that the respected Mr. Harris that Lin Qingshu and I talked about in the elevator would be in such a restricted state, lying in bed. 

Although this was the first time I had met Mr. Harris, as I looked into his deep, gem-like eyes and listened to his voice that had clearly experienced many hardships, I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. My head was hot, and before I even realized it, I blurted out, "My parents mentioned you before!"