Amanda Smith left the pavilion and came into the living room, where she sat on the sofa, somewhat tiredly rubbing her temples.
After a high fever, people always seemed a bit weak, and since she had only been recuperating in the hospital for two or three days, her body had not yet recovered.
She didn't expect that in a little while, she would have to face Mrs. Johnson's reproach—an unforeseen predicament.
These people never cared about her as a person; to them, the reputation of the Johnson family seemed far more important than she was.
Feeling a chill in her heart as she thought, once a person regained consciousness, the warmth of memories past beautified by memory now seemed to reveal a hint of ferocity.
In the Johnson household, she lived cautiously, yielding at every turn, which still seemed not enough to satisfy those people. It was one thing to constantly find fault with her, but in the end, they didn't even care if she lived or died.
