"Go check the sleeping pills on my mother's bedside cabinet," his voice was somewhat hoarse, "and see how many are left."
The sleeping pills were specially purchased for her, a bottle of 24, and he had just bought a new bottle the day before yesterday.
"Yes."
Upon receiving the order, the servant hurried out.
Five minutes later, the person came with the medicine bottle: "There are 14 pills left, young master."
Samuel Johnson's pupils dilated slightly, everything was as he had thought, everything seemed like a nightmare.
He had never imagined that his mother would do such a thing while he was away...
Fifteen years of personal upbringing, outweighed by a woman he had only known for a few months?
What sort of malicious intent did she harbor towards Amanda Smith?
His heart twitched slightly, accompanied by a sense of baffled pain. Right now, where was Amanda? Where in the world was she?
There were some things he didn't even dare to think about.