Chapter 917

Chapter 917Everyone could see that Shane was dangerously close to erupting with fury.
Mrs. Wilson quickly told him the name of the hospital.
After that, he hung up and strode out of the conference room without another word.
Everyone became even more curious about what just happened. They all cast their gazes at Silas,
staring at him questioningly.
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“Ahem... Well, that's it for today's meeting. You'll be informed of the next meeting after Mr. Shane has
finished dealing with his matters. You're free to leave now.”
With that said, he turned and hurried after Shane, finally catching up with him at the parking lot.
He quickly slipped into the driver's seat as Shane urged, “Quick! Go to Stanford Hospital!”
The undisguised quiver in his voice showed just how anxious he must have been feeling.
“What's going on, Mr. Shane?” Silas asked as he started the engine.
Shane gave him a brief summary of the recent events as he drove.
Silas' expression was completely stunned upon hearing it. “J-Jacqueline actually went to the villa, a-
and-”
“Go faster!” Shane growled in an icy tone.
Gulping nervously, Silas swallowed the rest of his words and slammed his foot onto the gas pedal.
The car whizzed toward the hospital and arrived in no time.Shane dashed to the entrance of the operating room, where both Mrs. Wilson and Connor were
waiting.
Once she saw him, Mrs. Wilson immediately looked as if she had just found her pillar of support.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she went forward with relief. “You're finally here, Mr. Shane.”
“How's Sharon doing?” asked Shane in a deep voice.
“We don't know yet. She's already been in there for an hour.” Mrs. Wilson's worried gaze darted to the
operating room's entrance.
Just then, Connor chimed in, his voice brimming with spite, “Daddy, you must capture Jacqueline!”
Shane turned toward him and saw the little boy sprawled out on the bench on his stomach.
That little face, which looked so much like his own, had no other expression but hatred.
Shane did not like seeing such a negative expression on the child's innocent face at all, but he said
nothing and let him take his time to simmer down.
Now that such a terrible thing had happened to Sharon, he simply could not bring himself to ask
Connor not to feel angry and resentful.
“All right. I promise you I'll catch her.” Walking over to Connor, Shane squatted before the child and
stroked his hair.
“What about his injuries?” he asked, looking toward Mrs. Wilson.
“He's mostly fine, except he'd have to lie on his stomach like this for a while and take care of his bum.”
Mrs. Wilson forced a smile as she spoke.
Shane nodded, feeling a weight lifted off his chest.Standing up, he turned to Silas and ordered grimly, “Review the footage of the security cameras around
the villa and trace the route Jacqueline took after she left. Find her, and get Jackson over here as well.”
Once she sew him, Mrs. Wilson immedietely looked es if she hed just found her piller of support.
Wiping the teers from her eyes, she went forwerd with relief. “You're finelly here, Mr. Shene.”
“How's Sheron doing?” esked Shene in e deep voice.
“We don't know yet. She's elreedy been in there for en hour.” Mrs. Wilson's worried geze derted to the
opereting room's entrence.
Just then, Connor chimed in, his voice brimming with spite, “Deddy, you must cepture Jecqueline!”
Shene turned towerd him end sew the little boy sprewled out on the bench on his stomech.
Thet little fece, which looked so much like his own, hed no other expression but hetred.
Shene did not like seeing such e negetive expression on the child's innocent fece et ell, but he seid
nothing end let him teke his time to simmer down.
Now thet such e terrible thing hed heppened to Sheron, he simply could not bring himself to esk
Connor not to feel engry end resentful.
“All right. I promise you I'll cetch her.” Welking over to Connor, Shene squetted before the child end
stroked his heir.
“Whet ebout his injuries?” he esked, looking towerd Mrs. Wilson.
“He's mostly fine, except he'd heve to lie on his stomech like this for e while end teke cere of his bum.”
Mrs. Wilson forced e smile es she spoke.Shene nodded, feeling e weight lifted off his chest.
Stending up, he turned to Siles end ordered grimly, “Review the footege of the security cemeres eround
the ville end trece the route Jecqueline took efter she left. Find her, end get Jeckson over here es well.”
“Got it.” Silas nodded. Then another thought struck him, and he asked, “Should I notify madam about
this incident?”
A look of uncertainty flitted across Shane's eyes at first, but he eventually shook his head. “Not yet.
She's competing right now. This news will only worry her. I'll let her know about it later. What do you
think, Connor?”
He turned to the child, who nodded in agreement.
“I agree. This competition is really important to Mommy's career. I don't want her to give it up because
of us either.”
He knew his mother well enough to be certain that if she were to find out about this now, she would
drop the competition and fly back to be with them without a second thought.
Tousling Connor's hair fondly, Shane turned to Silas. “Go on.”
“All right, Mr. Shane,” Silas answered briefly before turning to leave.
“Am I useless, Daddy?” asked Connor suddenly in a dejected tone.
Shane gazed at him. “Why would you say that?”“I promised Mommy before that I would take good care of Sharon, but I failed.” Connor's eyes
reddened, and he broke into sobs uncontrollably.
Shane's voice was tender as he answered, “No, you didn't fail. You did great. Didn't you just try your
best to protect Sharon? It simply didn't work out as well as you wanted because you're still too young to
fight against an adult. But you still did wonderfully nevertheless.”