Outside his room,
Ethan noticed a familiar old lady passing by the corridor in front of his room.
She also hurriedly stopped after noticing him walking outside his room wearing a white robe.
"Little Master, it seems you have awakened early; please come with me. I will help you change the clothes first, then you will eat the breakfast."
The old lady spoke with an amiable smile on her face and walked toward him.
Instantly hearing her words,
Ethan's expression froze, and embarrassment spread through his heart, looking at the white robe on his body.
'It seems the previous owner memory effected my subconscious a little; I even forgot to change my clothes. Anyway, it will take a while to adjust.'
Ethan thought speechlessly and then felt his arm being grabbed by the old lady, who pulled him inside his room slowly.
"I will change the clothes myself, Miss Gale," Ethan said calmly, looking at her.
Instantly the old lady beside him froze, and then she sighed and pulled Ethan again, saying,
"Even after all these years, I can still hear the imaginary voice of little master in my mind; probably I am having dementia because of my old age."
After hearing her words, Ethan became speechless looking at her and helplessly spoke again, "Miss Gale, I said I want to change my clothes myself."
Instantly the old lady Gale froze, and then she turned and glanced at him, asking with disbelieving expression, "Little master, did you just say that?"
Ethan nodded, looking at her with helpless expression.
Instantly the old lady Gale pupil turned upward and fell back toward the ground groggily, saying, "Oh my god, little master spoke."
Thud!!!
Ethan glanced at the old lady lying on the ground unconsciously.
'Will that old man also fall unconscious like this after seeing me recover?' He thought strangely and then sighed, picked her up, and laid down her on the side couch carefully.
"At least she is a good caretaker, the only person who raised this body owner and took care of him all these years like a mother; anyway, she is unconscious because of shock and will wake up soon."
Ethan muttered thoughtfully, looking at her wrinkled old face and confused expression. He shook his head and then walked toward the shower room.
'It seems they took the room word in the shower room seriously,'
Ethan thought speechlessly, looking at the golden framework in the spacious shower room, the golden engravings on the white shiny walls, the light golden shining floor—everything looks as if rendered in gold.
After taking a shower, he walked outside the shower room and stopped in front of the attached wardrobe area.
After opening it, he was surprised looking through the variety of garments, including footwear and accessories.
He selected a simple white t-shirt and a black trouser, a simple black watch, and white shoes, along with a black cap on his head.
'It seems my perfectionist habits are reflecting slowly,'
Ethan thought to himself and nodded satisfied while looking at both the black and white combination casual dress on his body.
After walking inside the room, he saw the caretaker, Miss Gale, sitting on the couch worriedly.
Instantly, she stood up, noticing Ethan walking outside the shower area.
"Little master, you really recovered; I just can't understand; you called me Miss Gale like everyone else, which means you know me yet you were me... I mean, ill before."
Instantly she started speaking in a hurry, almost blurted out mental patient, then hurriedly changed her words.
Ethan glanced at her worried expression and then shook his head and said,
"I was a mental patient; I couldn't comprehend right or wrong, nor could I decide anything; I couldn't even change my clothes, but every experience and encounter I went through was stored in my mind as an experience; it's just that my mind couldn't process that experience and encounter; now it suddenly started processing; that's why I recovered."
Ethan replied calmly, looking at her; instantly the old lady Gale was startled and then nodded, taking a deep breath. Tears flowed out of her eyes, and she spoke.
"Little master, It's good you recovered; the master of the house will be extremely happy after seeing you recover."
Ethan nodded and then thanked, "Thank you, Miss Gale, for taking care of me all these years; I remembered it all."
"Don't embarrass me, little master; let's go. I will take you to the master of the house." Caretaker Gale then shook her head and replied with an amiable smile, then she walked outside the room and let him follow her quickly.
'It seems if I act pleasing and remind them about their actions only I could know, then they won't doubt my future actions,'
Ethan thought to himself and then followed her toward the main dining hall.
"Ha ha ha, my grandson is radiating today, cough cough."
Suddenly an old laughter sounded, followed by a coughing sound.
Ethan glanced at the coughing old man sitting on the main seat at the dining table.
"Master of the house, please don't stress your lungs."
Instantly, Miss Gale spoke hurriedly and walked toward him, patting his back while passing the glass of water.
Ethan observed his grandfather's features: tall straight stature without any sign of old age in his bone structure, white short hair, and a short similar white beard.
After drinking water, "Thank you, Gale." He spoke, put the glass back, and cleaned his mouth with a handkerchief.
Caretaker Gale nodded and then fell silent; then she turned around and glanced at Ethan and wanted to say something.
Ethan raised his hand and stopped her from saying anything and walked forward and sat down beside the old man on the right seat.
The old man glanced at Ethan, sat down beside him, and then sighed.
"Sigh! It seems your grandfather Earl is becoming old. I am not sure about anything right now."
He spoke and then shook his head in disappointment; suddenly his expression froze. He turned and glanced at the Ethan sitting beside him.
"Y-you just sat down on this chair on your own."
Grandfather Earl pointed at him and spoke in disbelief, and then he turned and glanced at the silent Miss Gale, his hand trembled, and asked,
"Gale, have you seen it? He sat down just now on his own without your help."
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