Samuel Johnson snorted lightly and stood up from the floor, looking down at the pale-faced Amanda Smith sitting on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed.
He really disliked seeing her like this, but...
The child couldn't stay.
Even if she wanted children in the future, he could give them to her, but not this one—he wouldn't allow it.
He lifted his head, walked to the door, and called several servants over to nail the windows shut, then had someone take away the notebook on Amanda Smith's desk, completely isolating her from the outside world.
No one could force him to want what he didn't want.
Not even Amanda Smith.
When everything was ready, he looked around the room and said indifferently, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow. Don't come out of your room tonight; I'll have someone send in your dinner."
Amanda Smith leaned against the wall without speaking.