Eric did not share blood ties with the Johnsons, so it was more convenient for him to handle this matter.

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At night, Eric tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Sylvia's words from earlier in the day occupied his thoughts. He thought she might be one of those people who appeared cold on the outside but warm inside.

It differed from their high school days or early marriage when she had been quite distant. He considered trying something tonight—slipping into Sylvia's room quietly.

This idea ignited like a spark in a dry field, and he swiftly got out of bed, taking a deep breath.

Approaching Sylvia's door, he reached for the doorknob and turned it gently, but it remained immovable despite his efforts.

Eric sighed, and suddenly, his mind cleared.

Just as he was about to return to his room, he heard Sylvia's voice from inside her room. "Who's there? Eric, is that you?"

Embarrassment washed over Eric—he had assumed Sylvia was already asleep. He made an effort to compose himself