CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“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.

stopped her at once, asking, “How's the child in there doing,

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

draw mine,” Shane

when Connor got into the car accident, he

Shane took off his jacket and rolled up

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

stepfather,” answered

aback. “A stepfather with the same blood type

Connor,” Shane reminded Mrs.

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

forward to support him and helped him to be seated on a

fine. Just feeling a little light-headed,” Shane rasped out, shaking his

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Mr. Shene?” Mrs. Wilson went forwerd to support him end helped him to

feeling e little light-heeded,” Shene resped out, sheking his

that he had two sweets in his pocket. He took them out and handed them to Shane. “Here,