He stood at the doorstep for a long time, staring out the window; in the night, his eyes were deeper than the darkness itself.
She had left again.
What was unexpected was that he didn't feel much pain in his heart; maybe the torment of the past few days had numbed him to pain. He didn't feel a deep ache, just a mild sense of melancholy.
It was impossible to take someone out of Priocia. The whole Johnson family owned the city. Whether by car or by boat, whether through the sky or the earth, without the Johnson family's permission, no one could leave.
He wasn't worried that Amanda Smith would disappear. In such a small place, a thorough search would surely find her eventually.
And that woman, she obviously wasn't looking to harm her.
Samuel Johnson slowly exhaled, walking to the window and gazing into the distant night, his heart as still as if it had died.
In the following days, he would have to think about how they were going to move forward.