Once this thought crossed her mind, her eyes toward Amanda Smith changed.
Watching Amanda, she felt a chill run through her body. Samuel Johnson was living with Amanda now, and naturally, he wouldn't be on guard around her. It would be effortless for Amanda to strike.
Amanda Smith continued eating, but she distinctly felt Mrs. Johnson's gaze on her change; she instinctively looked up and saw the barely concealed conjecture and panic in Mrs. Johnson's eyes.
Connecting their conversation, Amanda quickly understood what the woman was thinking.
Samuel was her lifeblood, and she feared that Amanda might harm him.
Saying she was sorry, wanting to compensate—those were just for the sake of Samuel Johnson's face, desiring Amanda's forgiveness, to merely make him a little happier.
It had nothing to do with Amanda Smith's own wishes.
Her existence was to make Samuel happy, and now that he was unhappy, that was why this woman was sitting here, earnestly saying so much.