Her heart lifted as she flipped through the directory, wanting to make a call to Mr. Johnson.
Just as she was about to press the numbers, she hesitated.
At this moment, Tasha Moore was downstairs. If Mr. Johnson came and saw her, Tasha would certainly be sent away.
And if that happened, wouldn't Samuel detest her even more?
Her fingers cold, she curled up on the floor, looking at the word "Grandpa" on her phone, not daring to press it.
Samuel already disliked her enough; if Tasha were to be sent out again, she believed Samuel would never let her off the hook.
Amanda slowly bit her lower lip, a sense of despair slowly welling up inside her; she didn't dare to make the call.
Tears fell uncontrollably, dripping onto the floor as she wiped them away while flipping through the directory. Then she saw a name.
She felt a sense of shame. She really didn't want to keep bothering that person with her own matters again and again.