Evan Willow's fingers slightly stiffened. After a while, he seemed to realize something and lowered his head to look into Amanda Smith's evasive eyes.
"Is it because of him?"
...
Amanda stiffened.
This matter might not have been instigated by Samuel Johnson, but it was certainly not unrelated to him.
But having it pointed out in front of Evan, she instinctively wanted to flee.
It wasn't Samuel's fault... It was the fault of those two people... that's all.
She silently rebutted in her heart.
"Indeed... is it him..." Evan Willow murmured, a glint of cold light flashing through his dark eyes as the fingers hanging by his sides clenched slightly.
The aura around him changed, becoming alien to Amanda. She widened her eyes in confusion, gazing at Evan's face—what was going on? Why did she find the Evan before her now so terrifying...
"Evan," Amanda, feeling anxious, grasped the man's hand. Despite her sore throat, she asked in a lowered voice, "What's wrong?"
