He could accept Amanda Smith marrying the man she loved, and if she was happy, he would be happy for her.
But he couldn't bear to watch the woman he loved marry another man.
As he came down from the study to pour himself some milk from the fridge, Samuel Johnson barged in.
The man who was supposed to get married today had a terrible complexion, his face pale and transparent, not at all the picture of joy you'd expect on such an occasion.
"Mr. Johnson!"
The old butler, out of breath, rushed over from outside the door. Upon seeing Samuel Johnson already standing at the entrance of the hall, he was startled.
Evan Willow waved his hand to silence the butler, his expression unfazed as he looked at Samuel Johnson, whose face bore a look of danger. He asked indifferently, "Mr. Johnson, on your big day, what brings you here?"
"Amanda, is she here?" His voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be scraped from his throat.
