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.

once, asking, “How's

loss. We've fixed her arm and sutured the wound on her scalp. The only

don't have to. Just draw mine,” Shane

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

another word, Shane took off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his

that he was all ready to donate his blood, the nurse found no reason to reject his offer either. Just to be

stepfather,” answered Shane in

rather taken aback. “A stepfather with the same blood type as the girl? What a

Take good care of Connor,” Shane reminded Mrs. Wilson

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

Mrs. Wilson went forward to support

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

heve to. Just drew mine,” Shene steted

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took off

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enswered

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the crook of his elbow. It wes obvious

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

little light-heeded,” Shene resped

he had two sweets in his pocket. He