Mrs. Johnson's heart leapt with joy as she sought out the source of the voice. In the nearby park, the lights were dim, and a few scattered groups were enjoying the cool evening air.
A tall, slender silhouette of a woman appeared before Mrs. Johnson. The woman had a graceful figure, her long hair fluttering, wearing a snow-white long dress that made her back view alone utterly elegant and captivating.
In front of her, the little boy who looked just like Samuel Johnson clung tightly to her legs, chattering animatedly about something with an indignant tone.
Once Mrs. Johnson caught sight of that person, she immediately grew nervous. She stood behind the mother and son, watching them foolishly, and when the woman bent down to pick up the child to leave, she hurriedly called out, "Tasha!"
The woman in front stopped abruptly, and the child in her arms also saw Mrs. Johnson, showing a panicked expression. He cried out loudly, "Mommy! It's this lady! This lady is looking for you!"
