Chapter 471 Everything Is My Idea

Her face was devoid of any color, even paler than when they had first met, as if she had lost her soul.

Having just come back from death's door, Mrs. Johnson sighed softly to herself, then turned to Amanda and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Amanda moved her eyes, a hint of scorn seeping through them, and slowly withdrew her gaze.

In her eyes, Mrs. Johnson's demeanor was not only hypocritical but also repellent.

A weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken—is there ever any good intent in that?

She sneered quietly without changing her expression.

Mrs. Johnson, ignored by Amanda, started to feel a bit at a loss.

Throughout the night, she had come to understand that Samuel's fate was tied to Amanda's. To curry favor with Amanda was to protect Samuel's life; she was willing to do anything for her son, even if it was just to bring Amanda something to drink.

But Amanda was ignoring her.