Sherry Jones knelt on the ground, begging in despair.
White Mitchell's heart ached as if pierced by ten thousand needles, anchored deep into his heart, refusing to relent.
That year when he was ten, his life hung by a thread due to a sudden family disaster. If not for Sherry Jones, who happened to come across him, he would've ended up just a pile of bones.
He loved her. Although he never professed his affection, deep down in his heart, he had committed to the young girl who saved his life that fateful year; he had decided then that she would be his wife.
But fate had other plans. He mistakenly hurt another girl and got engaged to her. Although he found out later it was all a manipulative plot by the other party.
By the time he realized, it was too late—he had already hurt Sherry Jones.
Overwhelmed with guilt, White Mitchell pulled her to her feet, holding her tight in his arms.
"Leave, go away, it's dangerous here. Why are you so foolish to come back? Why…"
