"Only I remember it, and he doesn't remember at all. He even said I mistook him for someone else. How could I be mistaken?" Stella Pendleton said, a bit unwillingly.
Charlotte Allison thought for a moment.
Seven or eight years ago...
Calculating the time, it was when Henry Shipton was sent away by Mr. Shipton to travel. At that time, his financial means depended entirely on working while wandering.
She remembered Henry mentioning to her that he once earned more than a hundred thousand dollars by competing in a drinking contest at a nightclub in Deep City, allowing him to enjoy a relatively comfortable life for a while.
Stella must be talking about that time.
Henry's experiences that year were very rich; for him, Stella was just a passerby during that journey. Perhaps he remembered in his consciousness, but he was unwilling to dig it up and check.
"Miss Pendleton, would you like to hear my analysis?" Charlotte Allison asked calmly.
