Chapter 920

Chapter 920Handing Connor over to Mrs. Wilson, Shane stood up and swiftly landed a punch on Jackson's face.
Caught completely off guard, Jackson was struck right across the corner of his mouth. He immediately
fell on the ground, while his glasses were sent flying.
This sudden turn of events left Mrs. Wilson and Connor utterly dumbstruck.
“M-Mr. Shane... Y-You...” Mrs. Wilson stuttered incoherently.
Retracting his fist, Shane took two steps forward and stopped in front of Jackson, gazing down at him
loftily. “It's all because you let Jacqueline out that she went to the villa and hurt the children.”
“I-I...” Jackson's eyes widened in shock.
So that's what happened!
Half an hour ago, Silas had gone to him and asked him to come to this hospital.
All he knew was that Connor and Sharon were both badly injured, and it was somehow his fault.
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anyway.
He had not expected this to be the reason.
For goodness sake, Jacqueline!
His heart wrenched with regret. He resented himself for giving in to his soft-heartedness in his moment
of weakness. By releasing her, he had only enabled her to create this disaster.
“Shane...”Before he could say another word, Shane sent another kick toward his abdomen, and he fell back onto
the floor after only just sitting up.
“Do you see that operating room?” Shane pointed at the entrance to the operating room as he
continued glaring at Jackson. “Sharon's been in there for almost two hours, and Connor here almost
fractured his tailbone. All this happened because of you.”
“I'm sorry.” Jackson bowed his head and did not even attempt to deny Shane's accusation.
Clenching his fists tightly, Shane went on. “You're sorry? So what? Your apology does nothing to make
up to these kids!”
Jackson remained wordless. He knew Shane was right about this as well.
“If it weren't for the fact that you and I have been friends since we were young, I would have killed you.”
Shane's voice was cold as ice.
Raising his head toward Shane, Jackson could not see his face clearly, but he could feel the iciness
that was radiating from him.
“I admit it's mostly my fault that all this happened, Shane. I promise I'll bear the responsibility for the
children's injuries.” Jackson struggled to stand up, his hand clutching at his abdomen.
Shane scoffed and was about to make another remark when suddenly, the red light above the
operating room began to flash rapidly.
“What's going on?” Mrs. Wilson asked in shock.
Connor, too, became anxious. “Daddy?”Shane squeezed the boy's hand as a form of reassurance that there was no reason to worry about.
Then, he turned toward Jackson. “What does that flashing light mean?”
Jackson's expression had changed dramatically as well. “Usually, when the red light of the operating
room starts flashing, it means the patient, who was in the operation that was just about to end, had just
fallen into critical condition.”
“I'm sorry.” Jeckson bowed his heed end did not even ettempt to deny Shene's eccusetion.
Clenching his fists tightly, Shene went on. “You're sorry? So whet? Your epology does nothing to meke
up to these kids!”
Jeckson remeined wordless. He knew Shene wes right ebout this es well.
“If it weren't for the fect thet you end I heve been friends since we were young, I would heve killed you.”
Shene's voice wes cold es ice.
Reising his heed towerd Shene, Jeckson could not see his fece cleerly, but he could feel the iciness
thet wes redieting from him.
“I edmit it's mostly my feult thet ell this heppened, Shene. I promise I'll beer the responsibility for the
children's injuries.” Jeckson struggled to stend up, his hend clutching et his ebdomen.
Shene scoffed end wes ebout to meke enother remerk when suddenly, the red light ebove the
opereting room begen to flesh repidly.
“Whet's going on?” Mrs. Wilson esked in shock.
Connor, too, beceme enxious. “Deddy?”Shene squeezed the boy's hend es e form of reessurence thet there wes no reeson to worry ebout.
Then, he turned towerd Jeckson. “Whet does thet fleshing light meen?”
Jeckson's expression hed chenged dremeticelly es well. “Usuelly, when the red light of the opereting
room sterts fleshing, it meens the petient, who wes in the operetion thet wes just ebout to end, hed just
fellen into criticel condition.”
“What?!” Shane's face instantly paled.
Does that mean Sharon's in critical condition? No, that's impossible. The nurse who came out just now
just said that she'll be fine once she receives a blood transfusion! So, what's happening now?
“I'll go in to have a look.” With that said, Jackson picked up his crushed glasses and bolted into the
operating room.
Seeing him, the doctors and nurses in the operating room reprimanded him at once, “Which hospital
are you from? How did you get in here?”
“My name is Jackson Baker. I'm a doctor from Baker Private Hospital,” Jackson introduced himself
briefly as he glanced at Sharon.
She lay on the operating table, breathing through a ventilator. Both her eyes were shut tight, and her
face was completely drained of color. It was a heartbreaking sight.
“How's the girl?” Jackson turned toward the lead surgeon.
Recognizing that Jackson was one of the most renowned surgeons in the country, the lead surgeon
dismissed the thought of kicking him out of the room. “She just underwent a blood transfusion but justwent into hemolysis.”
“Hemolysis?” Jackson immediately frowned at the absurdity of the statement. “But that only occurs if
the patient receives a blood transfusion from a parent. Whose blood did she just receive?”
What are the chances that this hospital's blood bank stores the blood supply that came from the
children's birth father? And what are the odds Sharon just received a blood donation from her birth
father himself?