"Mom, let's eat," Amanda Smith stood up from the sofa and summoned the servants back in. The previously quiet and silent hall buzzed with activity once again.
The Pug dog also climbed onto Mrs. Johnson's knees, wagging its tail, and settled down comfortably. Mrs. Johnson still sat there, dazed, seemingly unable to snap back to reality.
She felt quite unsettled.
Her intention was to persuade Amanda to understand the situation and not to covet things she shouldn't desire, yet she hadn't expected Amanda to be so unappreciative. It was bad enough that she didn't listen, but to also reject her request so coldly...
Mrs. Johnson stroked the Pug's head over and over, contemplating what to do. It was no illusion; Samuel Johnson had indeed grown much closer to Amanda recently. If this continued, it would inevitably lead to trouble.
She looked up at Amanda, bustling about with dinner preparations. She had no real complaints about her, except Amanda's infatuation with Samuel.
