Chapter 918

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Handing 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.



He felt very puzzled at that time and could not figure out how he would fit into the picture, but he came
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.”

“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 just
went 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?






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