Sherry Jones was heartsick and never before had she felt so desperate and helpless.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with White Mitchell and wished she could help him.
But she felt powerless to deal with not only the mammoth Imperial Group but also the Woods Family that now stood before her.
These thoughts brought a wave of self-blame, she felt her own incompetence was what had caused White's current predicament.
Just then, a large and sturdy hand gently took her own, like a lighthouse in the dark, casting endless hope onto her.
"Brother!"
Sherry Jones gazed at White with a sorrowful look. The White of this moment, seemed so warm, comforting her heart that had long since fallen into an icy pit.
After taking Sherry's hand, White led her slowly towards Finn Woods.
"You think you can lay a hand on my sister!?"
With one hand holding Sherry's and the other lifting 200-kilogram Finn, White roared: Beat it!