Amanda Smith's eyes widened ever so slightly. She heard Evan Willow's pained voice, and although she knew she should offer comfort, her heart felt as if it were separated by a layer of transparent air, impenetrable to any outside stimulus.
This feeling was like something she had sensed long, long ago, a past she couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried...
"Evan..." She felt sorry in her heart, just about to speak when the firmly shut door of the hospital room was suddenly opened from the outside, and a refined middle-aged man in a black suit walked in.
Amanda looked at the middle-aged man who entered, her eyes slightly widened in surprise. This man, why was he here?
"Mr. Willow, may I have a word with Amanda?" Donald Johnson nodded slightly at the two on the hospital bed, his smile graceful and charismatic, his tone very gentle, like a refined scholar. "I am Samuel's father."
