Chapitre 53: Do we need to rush this?

"Hey Ethan, do you remember Mrs. Miller?" Scarlett asked as she forked a meatball into his mouth.

Ethan was just enjoying his meal when he heard her, and he paused, drawing a blank on Mrs. Miller.

"She was in the VIP ward upstairs, came over to say hi when you were admitted," Scarlett added, then mentioned, "She was the one wearing those sheer embossed black stockings that day."

"Oh! Now I remember." The mention of the stockings brought an image to Ethan's mind: a well-dressed woman with wavy brown hair, always looking a bit melancholic.

Her legs were long and clad in those unusual embossed stockings, the epitome of a wealthy lady.

That day, his attention had been all on those sexy long legs in black stockings. He hadn't really paid attention to what she and his aunt were talking about.

"Hmph." Scarlett sounded resigned. Mention stockings and suddenly he remembers. Did he store memories in stockings or something?