"Mom!"
When Bertha Haines arrived at the hospital, Jerry Moore was anxiously pacing outside the emergency room, while Mrs. Mitchell was still inside, her condition unknown.
"Mom, are you hurt?"
Jerry actually was hurt, but the injuries were not serious, and at this moment, she didn't have the time to care for herself.
"Your Aunt Mitchell saved me and..."
"If anything happens to her, I..."
When the car rushed towards them, Claire Shaw pushed Jerry aside, and by the time she got up from the ground, she saw Claire lying in a pool of blood.
"Mrs. Mitchell will surely be okay."
Bertha placed her hand on her biological mother's arm, soothingly rubbing it a few times.
"Let's pray for Aunt Mitchell together."
With tears in her eyes, Jerry nodded at her daughter firmly.
Bertha clasped her hands together, closed her eyes slightly, and stood solemnly at the entrance of the emergency room, sincerely praying for Mrs. Mitchell, wishing for her safety.
