Bab 55: Misunderstood...

"A call girl?" Sofia Miller's eyes widened, her hands covering her mouth in disbelief. Her son was on the verge of leaving this world, and his wish was actually to find a call girl.

"Um, Ryan was really eager. He wanted me to find him a woman to sleep with, and I agreed. But next time I come, I'll tell him I couldn't find anyone." Ethan shook his head awkwardly, "Sorry, Mrs. Miller, for the trouble."

As he spoke, he stole glances at Mrs. Miller's expression, which was subtle, complex, and mixed with various emotions.

But man, Mrs. Miller was truly beautiful, even when she was just standing there stunned, exuding that mature charm all over.

"Blair, let's go." Ethan greeted, signaling Blair to push his wheelchair away.

Mrs. Miller still stood frozen at the doorway, clearly still in shock.

"Didn't you just agree to it?" Blair pushed the wheelchair, having kept silent as Ethan had asked until they turned the corner, where he couldn't help but ask.