Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 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.

“Hmm, never underestimate the allure of a virgin to women. Even if a man knows he’s going to die tonight, he’d crawl out of his sickbed if there’s a woman involved.” Ethan leaned back in his wheelchair, “She’ll come looking for me.”

“Oh?” Blair sounded puzzled as they continued down the hallway, “Are you a virgin?”

“Uh, probably not anymore.”

The next afternoon rolled around.

At this time, Aunt was at work, and Blair was at school.

Ethan lay in his hospital bed, a panel glowing in front of him.

“Name: Ethan Jones”

“Age: 18”

“Strength: 3”

“Stamina: 3”

“Agility: 2”

“Skills: Hard as a rock LV1, Medical Secrets.”

He currently had two missions. The first was to get closer to his aunt, a task of extreme difficulty despite their rapidly progressing relationship, requiring long-term planning.

The second mission was to fulfill Ryan’s dying wish.

This was even vaguer than the first, with a very general task description.

But the significance of this mission was profound.

In the future, he could gain attribute points by helping others fulfill their dying wishes.

“Man, this system is kind of a rip-off,” Ethan shook his head. Dying wishes are a broad concept, and often, people have more than one.

The deepest secrets of the heart are bizarre and curious.

The system’s judgment mechanism still had much to be explored.

As Ethan pondered, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

A barely noticeable smile crossed his face,he hadn’t expected her to come so soon. It had only been one night,he thought it would take at least two days for her to seek him out.

The door to the hospital room swung open.

Mrs. Miller’s slightly curled brown hair was tied back, falling over her right shoulder, dressed in a black women’s suit with a white blouse underneath, revealing a hint of pale skin.

Her eyes held less sorrow than yesterday, but when she looked at Ethan, there was a new complexity.

She smiled gently at Ethan, “Sorry, Ethan, I hope I’m not disturbing your rest.”

“No worries,” Ethan replied nonchalantly with a smile, “I’m just lying here anyway, looking out the window. Not much else to do. If this is a disturbance, I wish more people would disturb me—it’d make the hospital room feel a bit livelier.”

His words were partly in jest, tinged with the loneliness and helplessness of being bedridden.

Mrs. Miller’s gaze softened noticeably.

Her own child was also lying in a hospital bed, and in such circumstances, it was easy for her to empathize, putting Ethan in her child’s shoes.

“Aunt Sofia, I’m sorry for not refusing Ryan last night and causing you trouble,” Ethan said apologetically. “I’ll go and turn him down today.”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Mrs. Miller’s eyes, and after a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Ethan, I… I have a favor to ask. I hope you can help him fulfill this wish in your name.”

“What?” Ethan feigned surprise, his face a picture of disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot to ask.” Sofia looked remorseful. “Ryan… he smiled at me this morning. He’s in a good mood today, and I can’t remember the last time I saw him smile.”

“But…” Ethan’s expression was complex. “I’m not even sure how to go about this.”

“I understand, and if it’s difficult, you can talk to me,” Sofia said urgently, her hand on her chest. “Cost is no issue.”

“Well… I’ll have Blair help look into it,” Ethan said, his face troubled. “But shouldn’t you discuss this with your husband first?”

Sofia was silent for a moment before giving a bitter smile. “My husband left when Ryan was ten.”

“I’m sorry.” Ethan now understood the basics: a beautiful widow, well-off, with a child soon to pass away from a terminal illness.

No wonder there was always an unresolved sadness in her eyes.

“Ethan, please, I’m begging you. Help Ryan. I don’t want anyone else to know, and there’s no one else I can ask.” Mrs. Miller bowed deeply to him, a gesture made without regard to the fact that she was addressing a young man confined to a bed.

Ethan hadn’t expected this turn of events.

She was unexpectedly strong, well-maintained, her skin pale and smooth.

Ethan glanced at her only briefly before quickly averting his eyes.

“Aunt Sofia, I’ll do my best. Ryan is like a big brother to me,” Ethan said sincerely. “Aunt Sofia I also hope you can help me…”

He wanted Sofia to keep this a secret, a small conversational tactic. Keeping a secret together was the fastest way to close the distance between two people.

Just then, the blanket between his legs was propped up, forming a small mound.

He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Mrs. Miller’s expression change several times. When he mentioned needing help, her body trembled as if shocked.

She twirled her hair, avoiding his gaze. “No… that won’t do.”

“What?” Ethan looked confused, following her gaze to himself, then looking down at the 9-inch massive Dick, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

“Damn!” Ethan cursed internally.

“Aunt Sofia, you’ve misunderstood,” Ethan explained in a fluster.

But Sofia didn’t listen to his explanation, turning her head away. “Once you’ve helped Ryan, I’ll give it serious thought.”