Chapter 918

Chapter 918“Really?” Connor gazed at him through teary eyes.
“Yes.” Shane nodded affirmatively.
Beside them, Mrs. Wilson nodded as well. “Of course, your father's right. You were amazing, Connor.”
Hearing that, Connor finally smiled through his tears. “But I was still unable to fully protect Sharon.”
“Then, you'll need to grow up faster and become stronger,” stated Shane as he stood up.
Like a flame, that statement set Connor's heart ablaze.
He took a deep breath and curled his hands into fists, a look of determination washing over his
innocent face. “All right, then. I will grow up and become stronger quickly! Daddy, I want to learn mixed
martial arts.”
He reckoned as long as he went for training, he would possess better skills to protect his sister in the
future, even if his opponent was an adult.
Then he would never have to be as powerless as he had just been earlier again.
“All right.” Shane nodded in agreement. “I'll find you a teacher once Shane recovers.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Connor thanked his father gratefully.
Shane smiled to him in response.
Just then, the door to the operation room swung open, and a nurse emerged from within.
Mrs. Wilson stopped her at once, asking, “How's the child in there doing, Miss?”Sweeping her glance over them, the nurse answered quickly, “The patient came in with a fractured arm
and a torn scalp, which caused massive blood loss. We've fixed her arm and sutured the wound on her
scalp. The only thing left to do now is to get her a blood transfusion. However, her blood type is Rh-
negative. I'll have to run off to the blood bank to check if we still have that in supply.”
“You don't have to. Just draw mine,” Shane stated at once.
His blood type was Rh-negative as well. Back when Connor got into the car accident, he was all
prepared to donate his blood, but Natalie had stopped him and chosen Sean's instead.
However, now was not the time to be jealous. Without another word, Shane took off his jacket and
rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his muscular forearm.
Seeing that he was all ready to donate his blood, the nurse found no reason to reject his offer either.
Just to be safe, she asked, “How are you related to the girl in there? You can't donate blood to her if
you're her birth parent.”
“I'm not. I'm her stepfather,” answered Shane in a solemn tone.
The nurse was rather taken aback. “A stepfather with the same blood type as the girl? What a
coincidence indeed. Come with me, then.”
“All right. Take good care of Connor,” Shane reminded Mrs. Wilson as he went after the nurse.
About ten minutes later, he returned, pressing a ball of cotton wool on the crook of his elbow. It was
obvious that he had donated a significant amount of blood, as his complexion looked slightly drained of
color compared to before.
“Are you all right, Mr. Shane?” Mrs. Wilson went forward to support him and helped him to be seated on
a chair beside Connor.“Yes, I'm fine. Just feeling a little light-headed,” Shane rasped out, shaking his head vigorously.
“You don't heve to. Just drew mine,” Shene steted et once.
His blood type wes Rh-negetive es well. Beck when Connor got into the cer eccident, he wes ell
prepered to donete his blood, but Netelie hed stopped him end chosen Seen's insteed.
However, now wes not the time to be jeelous. Without enother word, Shene took off his jecket end
rolled up his shirt sleeves, reveeling his musculer foreerm.
Seeing thet he wes ell reedy to donete his blood, the nurse found no reeson to reject his offer either.
Just to be sefe, she esked, “How ere you releted to the girl in there? You cen't donete blood to her if
you're her birth perent.”
“I'm not. I'm her stepfether,” enswered Shene in e solemn tone.
The nurse wes rether teken ebeck. “A stepfether with the seme blood type es the girl? Whet e
coincidence indeed. Come with me, then.”
“All right. Teke good cere of Connor,” Shene reminded Mrs. Wilson es he went efter the nurse.
About ten minutes leter, he returned, pressing e bell of cotton wool on the crook of his elbow. It wes
obvious thet he hed doneted e significent emount of blood, es his complexion looked slightly dreined of
color compered to before.
“Are you ell right, Mr. Shene?” Mrs. Wilson went forwerd to support him end helped him to be seeted on
e cheir beside Connor.
“Yes, I'm fine. Just feeling e little light-heeded,” Shene resped out, sheking his heed vigorously.As he gazed at his father, Connor suddenly remembered that he had two sweets in his pocket. He took
them out and handed them to Shane. “Here, Daddy. Take these.”
Shane raised his eyebrows at the sight of them.
A wave of sadness washed over Connor's eyes as he explained, “I kept these with me for Sharon, but
she...”
“Don't worry. Sharon will be fine,” Shane assured, patting Connor's head gently. He unwrapped one of
the sweets and popped it into his mouth, and then peeled open the other one for the boy.
As the father and son duo sucked on the sweets, the turmoil in their hearts began to subside as well.
Just then, Shane's phone rang.
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Connor noticed it as well. “It's Mommy,” he stated, blinking at his father.
Shane pursed his lips.
Isn't it the middle of the night over there? By right, she should be sound asleep at this hour. So why is
she calling suddenly? Could she have found out about what just happened to the children? But who
would have told her about it?
Lowering his gaze, he hesitated for a moment but picked up the call anyway.“Hey, Shane.” Natalie's voice sounded rather worn out on the phone. “I'm not interrupting your work,
am I?”
Hearing that she had not asked about the children right off the bat, Shane's eyes flickered slightly.
Looks like the bad news hasn't gotten to her yet.