Chapter 487 The Banquet

Jerry raised his head and stared at the crescent moon outside the window with his deep blue eyes. Something crossed his mind, so Jerry groped his pocket and took out a packet of powder the size of a fingernail. Jerry stroked the packet with a decisive light in his eyes. Nobody knew what he was thinking. ... Sherlyn woke up on the fourth day of treatment. Her eyes were half-open with no light in them. Sherlyn didn't go crazy or hurt herself. She was like a lifeless doll. Viola, Russell, and Kolby nervously looked at Sherlyn who feebly leaned against the bedhead. Red-eyed, Russell suppressed his excitement. "Sherlyn, I am Russell, your lover. Do you remember me?" Sherlyn kept her head down without any response, as if she did not hear Russell at all. Viola leaned over and whispered, "Do you know me? We met in an orphanage in Washington. I am your best friend."