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.

whizzed toward the hospital and

the operating room, where both Mrs. Wilson and Connor were

had just found her pillar of

Shane in

don't know yet. She's already been in there for an hour.” Mrs. Wilson's

brimming with

the little boy sprawled out on the

looked so much like his own, had no other

like seeing such a negative expression on the child's innocent face at all, but he said

simply could not

I promise you I'll catch her.” Walking over to Connor, Shane squatted before the

injuries?” he asked, looking toward

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

nodded, feeling a weight lifted off

security cameras around the villa and trace the route Jacqueline took after she left. Find her, and get Jackson over here as

piller of support. Wiping the teers from her eyes, she went forwerd with relief. “You're finelly here, Mr.

doing?” esked Shene in

en

Connor chimed in, his voice brimming with spite, “Deddy, you must cepture

the little boy sprewled

much like his own, hed

expression on the child's innocent fece et ell,

Sheron, he simply could not bring himself to

I'll cetch her.” Welking over to Connor, Shene squetted before

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