Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 916
“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.
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.
His eyes immediately widened when he saw the caller’s name displayed on his phone.
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.
