King's Awakening

Chapter 13 - 13 The Storm Is Coming!

Chapter 13: Chapter 13 The Storm Is Coming!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

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?”

Sherry Jones gritted her teeth, each word spoken seemed to be an expression of her own emotions, but no one’s feelings were more complicated than hers at this moment.

Originally, she planned to forget that person for the rest of her life, but he reappeared when she was most desperate.

Memories that had been buried were brought to light, feelings of love and hate emerged once again, spreading like wildfire. It was only at this moment that she realized that she had never forgotten him.

Seeing this, Wen Zhihui fell silent for a while then spoke softly, “I believe in

White. He must have his own difficulties!”

Sherry Jones stubbornly wiped away her tears and turned to leave the ward, Beryl Mill saw this and followed her out.

Eventually, Beryl Mill found Sherry Jones in the stairway. She was curled up, her head hung low, sobbing uncontrollably.

Whoo whoo Whoo…

As Sherry Jones was crying painfully, the sound of sustained police sirens broke the tranquility here.

“Sherry!”

Beryl Mill and Sherry Jones were both startled, instantly regaining their senses and returning to Wen Zhihui’s ward.

“What happened? Is it the Patrol coming to arrest White? They can’t find White, quick, inform White to leave River North immediately.”

Wen Zhihui on the bed tried to get up, but the intense pain from her wounds made her face turn pale.

“Mom, don’t move, I’ll handle this.’

Sherry Jones held back her tears, looked out the window, and saw dozens of armed officers from the Patrol entering the hospital.

Without thinking, Sherry Jones opened the door immediately intending to intercept them so they would not disturb Wen Zhihui.

“I’ll go with you, but this matter has nothing to do with my mother. She’s a victim. It all started because of me. If you want to arrest someone, arrest me.”

The moment Sherry Jones stepped out of the room, she saw Arlo and immediately offered to go with him, but she did not mention White Mitchell. “Arlo! What the hell are you doing? Stand back, everyone stand back!”

Isaiah arrived late, seeing Arlo standing in front of the ward, he started to sweat.

Why didn’t he think this through before taking action?

Putting on such a show, what if it scared people?

Arlo was momentarily taken aback, he quickly instructed his men to stand aside.

Isaiah hurried to Sherry Jones’s side and started to apologize profusely.

“You… are not here to arrest someone?”

Sherry Jones looked surprised, at this time, Beryl Mill also came out of the ward.

“Uncle Isaiah, this is my friend. I can vouch that this matter has nothing to do with them. They are victims too.”

Beryl Mill stood in front of Sherry Jones to protect her.

“Yes, yes, Beryl is correct. We’ve investigated this matter fully. It’s not related to you all. If our people were just disrespectful, we hope you can understand.”

Sherry Jones:

Beryl Mill: ???

“We are actually here to protect you guys, rest assured that we definitely will not disturb you.”

“Miss Jones, this is my card. You can call me anytime.”

“From this moment on, Arlo, all your actions will be instructed by Miss White. Understand?”

Whoosh!

Sherry Jones and Beryl Mill are both utterly stupefied, their agape mouths wide enough to fit a whole egg.

How can this be?

What on earth happened?

Who am I? Where am I? And what happened?

A series of questions hit them square in the face as shockwaves thrashed about in their hearts.

“Could it be…”

Beryl Mill fell into deep thought, recalling the sight of the city’s traffic lights giving way to White Mitchell. A crazy idea started to form in her mind.

“Beryl, what’s wrong?” Seeing Beryl Mill lost in thought, Sherry Jones couldn’t help but ask.

Beryl was taken aback. The situation was still uncertain, and she didn’t even know if her guess was correct, so she chose not to voice her speculation.

Meanwhile, in the South Lake Villa District, Vincent Mill and his party successfully entered a villa.

When Vincent Mill saw Diego, who had been tortured beyond recognition, he himself was taken aback.

Sherry’s honorary brother, is certainly a ruthless character!

Vincent Mill quickly made his assessment, eyeing White Mitchell and the five people standing straight as nails behind him.

From their stances, it was obvious they had some kind of martial arts training.

Nonetheless, Vincent Mill didn’t have much faith in them. For these individuals appeared too young to make much of an impact.

While Vincent Mill was sizing up Kylin and the others, White Mitchell walked over to him and said, “Uncle Mill, thank you for making the trip. If there is anything you need in the future, feel free to ask.”

White Mitchell had to admit the favor of Vincent Mill stepping in at such a time.

Little did Vincent Mill know, his decision today would be a tremendous aid to the future of the Mill family.

“Nephew White, you’re too kind. You and your godfather are old acquaintances.

He has also helped me in the past. However…sigh…”

With a sigh, Vincent Mill appeared as if he had something unspeakable on his mind.

“Uncle Mill, feel free to speak your mind.” White Mitchell sensed Vincent Mill had something to say.

“It’s all in the past. Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing for you.”

“As a friend of your godfather, I must advise you that the Sabir family is not as simple as you think. With just you few folks, I fear…”

The words left unsaid by Vincent Mill were clear enough. He was hinting for White Mitchell to back off.

In his view, even though White Mitchell had allies, they were simply no match for Kingston’s force, let alone face the Peak Martial Artist by his side. This kind of power was not something just anybody could provoke.

Clearly, he didn’t believe White Mitchell had that ability.

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell just gave a faint smile. The Sabir family may be complex, but wasn’t he, White Mitchell, also a complicated individual?

However, he did understand why Vincent Mill had such thoughts.

After all, people at his level had no contact with War King level powerhouses.

The Peak Martial Artists were beneath the War Kings, who had reached a level of simplicity and restraint in their aura.

From the outside, they didn’t seem much different from ordinary people, but only true powerhouses could sense the subtle differences emanating from them.

Neither Vincent Mill nor the Peak Martial Artist behind him could discern the difference.

Hence, White Mitchell chose not to explain, replying lightly, “The Sabir family isn’t capable of giving me much trouble.”

“This…sigh…”

Confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not. White Mitchell had no understanding of the power of the Sabir family.

Vincent Mill sighed helplessly, disappointment filled his eyes.

At the same time Vincent Mill was feeling disappointed in White Mitchell, a thundering voice from outside the villa cried, “White Mitchell! Come out and meet your death!”