Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but in the end, she couldn't guess what was happening. Just as she was getting ready to sleep, suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.
The footsteps were not loud, yet at this moment, they seemed quite conspicuous.
Her heart tightened, and she wondered, was it Samuel Johnson coming back?
At that thought, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
There was the sound of a key unlocking the door from the outside; someone was intending to come in. But why would Samuel come in at this late hour?
Amanda Smith lightly pursed her lips as she watched the tightly shut door being slowly opened by the other person. Against the dim light, a woman's figure reflected on her retinas, and Amanda's eyes widened slightly in surprise—why was it Samuel Johnson's mother?
Mrs. Johnson, clad in pajamas and holding a cup of warm milk, was startled to see Amanda sitting up in bed. She quickly turned on the room light and then closed the door behind her.
