As their eyes met, they both fell into silence; he didn't know what to do with her—she was too fragile. A violent approach could break her, yet the gentle touch was something she couldn't care less about.
Samuel Johnson sighed softly in his heart, walked over to Amanda Smith, embraced her, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you hurt?"
His voice was very gentle, as if he wasn't pursuing the matter of her being taken away by someone last night at all.
Amanda Smith was held by him, her eyes slightly lowered. She felt nothing inside, only a profound emptiness that had reached its limit.
Everything at this moment seemed incredibly ethereal to her. She didn't know whether to doubt her own memory or Mr. Johnson's ulterior motives. Lyric Willow obviously had a purpose, but Amanda couldn't find any fault in her words.
The memories that were buried within her were telling her that what Lyric said was the truth.
And it was this truth that sent shivers down her spine.