Mrs. Johnson was startled and looked the person up and down before realizing everything was fine and letting her concern fade, scolding a bit, "Samuel, you're clearly fine, what's discomforting you?"
"I don't know…" He sounded muffled as he leaned his forehead against his mother's shoulder, feeling quite oppressed in his heart, an oppression that made it hard for him to breathe.
He felt there was something wrong with himself.
Mrs. Johnson patted his shoulder, consoled him, and then asked in a low voice, "Samuel, who was the person who just came by?"
Despite her young age, her posture was extremely imposing, which even startled her, no wonder the servants didn't react in time and let the person in.
Samuel Johnson's heart was filled with gloom. Hearing his mother's question made his mood even worse. He lifted his head, irritably swept his bangs back, and said, "How would I know? That's someone Amanda Smith knows."
Someone Amanda Smith knows.
