Omega's Insctinct Mate

Chapter 7

Jeremy said bluntly, "It makes me feel like a cow on a farm." Matthew laughed again.

Jerome looked at his son, and when he saw something unusual, he said, "Where's your shirt?"

Jeremy almost forgot that his coat was now only a white vest, but he didn't honestly answer that he had put Omega on the black market, just smiled, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly flushed.

"I think it's air. It's made of inferior cloth."

Albert could hardly put his foot on his father.

Jerome stared at his son again for a moment, not wanting to be bothered by the annoyance of the man who looked like the sheep of his youth.

"Do whatever you want. I'll keep talking."

Having said that, I know that it is not their business for Matthew to be called. Jeremy nodded and left the living room. Albert soon followed, and heard Mrs. Mersey call her to dinner.

Following the two young men, Matthew opened his mouth.

"Hey, it's still the same, your son sees you just like he saw when he was young."

"It's much crazier than me, more powerful than me," Jerome replied, making the other person laugh violently.

In fact, when young, Jerome and Jeremy were no different, just knowing more about time, not finding fault with others, not finding fault with others, and knowing who should be involved with whom and who should stay away, but this is not the case for Jeremy. He is willing to meet all those standing opposite him without delay.

"Don't talk about his madness. That's not why I called you here." Jerome said.

Matthew nodded, and then resumed the conversation he had kept before.

"When are you going to go on like this? When are you going to stop?"

"Until you have other options for me," Jerome said, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on a man of his own age, "until there is a drug that can inhibit it permanently."

Listeners know their answers, they are working hard, but now there is nothing to worry about. His drugs were smuggled to pearl, a doctor in the Ministry of Public Health, who was in charge of production. Since Jeremy, it has been considered a very effective drug, and it has been developed until now. There is no indication that the young man will have any symptoms.

This is the best quality medicine he has ever produced.

Jerome, however, could not help worrying that the results were satisfactory, but that it had not been used in special circumstances he did not want to happen, and. . . No matter how to search, it was not found. "Mouse", his son was born.

That's why he called Matthew for private consultation. Jeremy will soon enter the alpha society, which is not as elegant as they know it. In their leadership competition. He won't let Jeremy be a victim, even if his children are called villains.

"I'm worried if one day we meet that mouse, whether we can catch it for experiments before Jeremy becomes a victim," Jerome said, telling the truth, he's worried about something.

Matthew nodded silently and stayed in his mouth for a moment before he spoke.

"I'm worried too. For the average person, I'm sure it will work, but for someone we've never met, it's hard to say."

"So I want you to speed up on the budget, don't worry, I will support this, as long as you say your mouth, you will step on it. Everything must be kept secret as before."

Matthew nodded. He had kept a secret from a man like Jerome who had once had a benefactor. He would never betray his benefactor's family, otherwise he would keep a secret for twenty years. I repeat, you and Jeremy worked on a secret project for seven years?

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

What they are doing looks like corrupt behavior negotiated by politicians, but this is not the budget Matthew gets from Jerome, not corruption, but the income of the Morsi family. But this action cannot be revealed when it is directly related to Jeremy's life, except that the project he is working on has not been officially agreed and approved by the other three families. But it doesn't matter when Jerome is behind it.

For Jerome, he was glad to hear his old friend say so. He trusted Matthew and had high expectations. Matthew, like Albert, is closely related to the Mersey family. From childhood to adulthood, until they all have a position in society, although their words will change with their position in society, the intimacy between them has not decreased.

"I had high hopes," Jerome repeated, making Matthew laugh.

He also has high hopes, but. . .

"But it's not easy to go counter-intuitive. You should come up with other ways as a backup plan."

Jerome knows this, but even then he wants to get the plan to the top because his back-up plan is not impressive.

"That's why I say I expect so much from you," Jerome said, holding up a cup of tea again for a sip.

Matthew, anyway, I know Jerome's back-up plan doesn't make sense, because it's a plan to get Jeremy out of Pearl City in case everything they set up falls apart, if it has to be done. This means that the Mercy family must immediately give up everything they have.

"Or, before you meet Jeremy, you need to find a mouse, but it has not been found for so long. In the beads, there is only a small part of Alpha. You can rest assured if Jeremy is not showing symptoms."

"There are no symptoms at this time, but in any case, we should perform our duties well. I want to leave my son's life to him."

Their conversation went on for a long time, and before it was over, Albert would fall asleep in his best friend's room, unless Mrs. Mersey knocked at the door and gave him a set of syringes. Jeremy managed himself so quickly that his eyes couldn't help asking.

"Do I need an injection every day?" Not Jeremy, but Maria Mersey, who was packing after his son injected himself.

"Yes."

"Morning and evening?"

"This is the case all this time, I am ill," replied the man with a smile on his face, which made Albert afraid to ask any more questions, even if he wanted to ask them, he had no chance. Maria added, "Are you going back now? Al sees that Mr. Walker has finished his business. Or sleep here with Jamie."

When the people were questioned, Jeremy leapt onto the bed and saw the other person wiggling his fingers slightly and shouting stealthily. Albert shook his head, too.

"No, I'd better go back with my father."

Who wants to stay more troublesome than before? Although I believe Jeremy won't get into trouble, he will be very annoyed. Go home and have a good rest, and wait for the next day to deal with the pain of the big man.

"Let's go."

Hearing Maria say so, Albert managed to say good-bye to his friend, and then left his bedroom. Maria was going to pack her things and let his son's friend out of the house, but she had not yet reached the door. When he approached the living room, he suddenly stopped talking.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Walker."

"For you, I am very happy. But I must reiterate that it is not easy to fight against instinct. You can try more plans as an option. Only one plan is not enough."

"I know. Let's go. I'll send you."

I don't want to hear it, but I've heard it and I want to know what a'struggle with instinct 'is, but when I see two adults appear in front of me, I have to act as if I didn't hear it. I'll say goodbye to Jerome right away.