"Mr. Zhang," she looked at the gardener and spoke softly, "take this child to have a bath first, then change into a new set of clothes... and then bring him to the hall. I want to ask him a few questions."
Mr. Zhang nodded, trembling with fear. He could feel Samuel's expression was very cold, and this gave him a bad premonition.
He held Sky's small hand, feeling that the child was too unfortunate; being an orphan was one thing, but after being adopted, he was merely used as a tool. Once it was found that he wasn't born to the Johnson family, he was kicked to the curb, and his disappearance went unnoticed.
At his age, perhaps he had never experienced what affection was.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang sighed repeatedly, stroking Sky's small head tenderly, unable to express his heartache.
Amanda's face was a mixture of emotions as she watched Sky. She reached out and pulled on Samuel's hand, saying, "Let's go."
Samuel didn't speak but nodded, following her back the way they had come.
