Amanda Smith sobbed uncontrollably as she nodded slightly in his embrace. No matter how much she hated the people of the Johnson family, the sole warmth they represented to her was something she could never sever.
Over the past five years, she hadn't had the time to miss that old man, but how much must he have missed her? Thinking about this, Amanda couldn't help but rebuke herself for her heartlessness.
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Mr. Johnson's funeral was to be held in five days, and Amanda Smith was anxious, unable to wait even a moment longer.
Evan Willow, knowing her eagerness, had purchased plane tickets early. After packing quickly, they took a flight to Priocia overnight.
By the time they left the airport, it was already midnight. Evan Willow's villa was too far from the airport, and Amanda's body couldn't endure hours more of travel, so he casually found a hotel near the airport and checked them in.