Chapter 931

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“She even said that to you?” Shane asked, looking at Natalie incredulously.



Natalie nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Shane asked with a frown.

Rolling her eyes, Natalie responded, “I tried talking to you several times then, but you refused. How
was I supposed to tell you about it?”

“I’m sorry,” Shane muttered, looking at the floor guiltily.



Natalie chuckled. “Forget about it. That’s all in the past. Let’s deal with the matters at hand.”

As she spoke, she pointed toward the security footage on the screen.

Shane’s face became grim again as he turned to Silas. “Find out how Jasmine switched the DNA
samples. Did she switch mine or the children’s?”

“It should be the children’s. I handed your sample to Dr. Baker personally, so only the children’s samples
could’ve been tampered with easily. Their kindergarten doctor was the one who sent their samples. I
wonder whether that doctor tampered with them,” answered Silas.



“In that case, look into that doctor and the kindergarten teacher responsible for the children’s health
examinations. If you find anything suspicious, report to me at once,” Shane ordered.



Silas nodded, then asked about the second paternity test. Shane instructed impassively, “Do the same
for that. Jackson did not swap out the samples, so Jacqueline must have arranged for some other doctor
or nurse to do it. Check who was on duty at the testing lab at that time.”

Silas nodded. “Understood.”

“Go on then,” Shane said with a wave of his hand.



With that, Silas left.

Just then, a soft groan came from the hospital bed.

Natalie’s eyes widened. She got up immediately and rushed to the hospital bed, gazing down at Sharon
eagerly.

Shane hurried over to Natalie’s side and looked down at Sharon too. He was just as anxious for his
daughter to wake up.

Sharon did not disappoint them. Under their hopeful gazes, she opened her eyes. “Mommy?”

Feeling a tiny twinge of jealousy, Shane prompted gently, “Daddy’s here too.”

Natalie could hear the hint of jealousy in his tone. She tilted her head and glanced at him in amusement.

Sharon blinked a few times, then called out obediently, “Daddy.”

Her voice was heartbreakingly soft and weak, and it sounded a little hoarse.

Natalie was overwhelmed with emotions, but she forced herself to keep smiling. Taking Sharon’s hand in
hers, she asked gently, “Darling, does it still hurt?”



Sharon pressed her lips together tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. In an aggrieved tone, she replied,
“It hurts, Mommy. It hurts a lot. Ms. Graham was so mean. She threw me to the ground and even kicked
Connor. Oh, where’s Connor?”

“Connor went to get a jab,” said Natalie as she wiped Sharon’s tears away.

Before they watched the security footage, Mrs. Wilson had taken Connor to get a jab that would help
reduce the swelling.

“Is he okay?” Sharon asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“He’s fine,” Shane answered.

Sharon broke into a smile. “Thank goodness.”

“You’re such a good girl,” Natalie murmured, caressing Sharon’s pale face fondly.

How thoughtful and mature she is. Despite the state she’s in, she’s still so caring toward Connor.
Jacqueline Graham, that crazy b*tch! How could she do something like that to such an adorable little girl!

Suddenly, Natalie beamed at Sharon. “Oh, Darling, I have some good news for you.”

Shane arched an eyebrow, and the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile. He could guess what it
was.

Meanwhile, Sharon was blinking at Natalie with a puzzled expression. “What’s the good news, Mommy?”

Natalie stepped aside so that Shane could move closer to Sharon before saying, “This is your father.”

“I know,” Sharon replied, nodding.



Natalie and Shane exchanged glances and smiled. “Well, it’s different now. He’s your biological father,
and Connor’s too. Your biological father!”

Unlike Connor, Sharon did not know how babies were made.

However, she did know that without a father, her mother could not have a child.

Connor and I were born because of Mommy and my biological dad. If Mommy had children with
someone else, those children wouldn’t be us. They’d be some other kids.






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