Inside a private hospital in River North, Sherry Jones and Beryl Mill stayed by the bedside of White Mitchell's adoptive mother, Wen Zhihui.
"Aunt, don't worry too much, my dad has returned and he promised to help White Mitchell," Beryl Mill consoled.
White Mitchell's adoptive mother, Wen Zhihui, laid on the hospital bed, her mind elsewhere, constantly worried about White Mitchell.
For this adoptive son, she loved him more than her own blood.
Presently, White Mitchell, in his efforts to save her, upset the powerful Sabir family, which made it impossible for her to be at ease.
"Mom, why are you worried about him!?! It's all his own fault!"
Sherry Jones puffed up her cheeks and spoke stiffly, but in truth, she had pleaded with Beryl Mill countless times behind the scenes.
"Sherry, he is your brother, we're family," Wen Zhihui said gently.
"My brother? So now I have a brother? Has he ever treated us as family? He's been out for so long, has he ever called home once?"