CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 917

Everyone could see that Shane was dangerously close to erupting with fury.

Mrs. Wilson quickly told him the name of the hospital.

After that, he hung up and strode out of the conference room without another word.

Everyone became even more curious about what just happened. They all cast their gazes at Silas, staring at him questioningly.

Silas returned their gazes with a helpless smile. He was, in fact, in the dark just like them.

“Ahem... Well, that's it for today's meeting. You'll be informed of the next meeting after Mr. Shane has finished dealing with his matters. You're free to leave now.”

With that said, he turned and hurried after Shane, finally catching up with him at the parking lot.

He quickly slipped into the driver's seat as Shane urged, “Quick! Go to Stanford Hospital!”

The undisguised quiver in his voice showed just how anxious he must have been feeling.

“What's going on, Mr. Shane?” Silas asked as he started the engine.

Shane gave him a brief summary of the recent events as he drove.

Silas' expression was completely stunned upon hearing it. “J-Jacqueline actually went to the villa, a-and-”

“Go faster!” Shane growled in an icy tone.

Gulping nervously, Silas swallowed the rest of his words and slammed his foot onto the gas pedal.

the hospital and arrived in no

of the operating room,

Mrs. Wilson immediately looked as if she had just found her pillar of

asked Shane in

an hour.” Mrs. Wilson's worried

in, his voice brimming

turned toward him and saw the little boy sprawled

so much like

not like seeing such a negative expression on the child's innocent face at all, but

simply could not bring himself to ask Connor

Walking over to

injuries?” he

like this for a while and take care of his bum.” Mrs. Wilson forced

nodded, feeling a weight lifted off

turned to Silas and ordered grimly, “Review the footage of the security cameras around the villa and trace the route Jacqueline took after she left. Find her, and get Jackson

if she hed just found her piller of support. Wiping

Shene in e

there for en hour.” Mrs. Wilson's worried geze derted to the opereting room's

chimed in, his voice brimming with spite, “Deddy, you

turned towerd him end sew the little boy sprewled out on the bench on his

looked so much like

fece et ell, but he

Sheron, he simply could

her.” Welking over to Connor,

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