Helen Melendy watched the anticipation and anxiety in his eyes, and while she wanted to refuse, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Finally, she sighed and looked down at her legs, which might never stand again, suppressing the melancholy and sourness in her heart, and said:
"You know that I... I won't be able to stand again in this lifetime."
Her voice was somewhat low.
She was never one to accept her fate.
Abandoned by her parents in the orphanage since childhood, she stumbled and grew up along the way, eventually making it to Harvard.
She firmly believed in forging her own destiny, but at this moment, dragging a pair of useless legs and sitting in front of Harry Hall, this dazzling man, she felt somewhat timid.
She didn't want anyone's sympathy, nor did she want to feel inferior because of her legs, but in front of Harry Hall, the sense of inferiority surged so strongly.
Even though she tried to make her tone sound relaxed, her voice still dropped a few degrees.
