"Brother, you...you mustn't get hurt, just go quickly..."
Sherry Jones, lying in White Mitchell's arms, said weakly, before falling back into unconsciousness.
But even in her dreams, she held onto White Mitchell's hand tightly, not willing to let go, her lips constantly murmuring for him to leave.
White Mitchell's heart felt as if it had been stabbed, an unpleasant sensation.
He gently spoke to the unconscious Sherry, "It's okay, I won't get hurt, I won't let anything happen to you either.
Even if the whole world is against you, I'll stand in front of you."
Not sure if she had heard White Mitchell's words, a smile of bliss slowly appeared on the unconscious Sherry's face.
In a moment, White Mitchell holding Sherry, took the elevator downstairs.
Kylin was waiting at the elevator door, serious and alert, prepared for any potential situation.
Just then, the elevator doors slowly opened, revealing White Mitchell's figure to the people once again.