The room where Moni White lay was quiet and dim.
As Tony entered inside, he switched on all the lights.
Jean White rose from the chair with a hopeful look. She had been here all day—Tony could see it in her posture, the particular exhaustion of someone who has refused to take rest. Because she has no place to go now. All her family was wiped out from the Philippines.
She looked at Tony's face… Then looked at the herbs he was already holding
"You came back," she said… Her voice was quite low.
"Didn't I promise?" Tony began to arrange the herbs delivered by his family, placing them on the preparation surface in precise sequence.
"Don't worry, I brought everything. Your sister will be saved."
Jean's hand went to her mouth.
She watched him work without looking at her.
His movements were precise and completely without doubt— the Morning Dew Root separated first, set aside, temperature-preservation seal maintained.
