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,

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

don't have to. Just draw

into the car accident, he was all prepared to donate his blood, but Natalie had

Shane took off his jacket and

his offer either. Just to be safe, she asked,

I'm her stepfather,” answered

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

Connor,” Shane reminded Mrs.

obvious that

Mr. Shane?” Mrs. Wilson went forward to support him and helped him to

little light-headed,” Shane

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support him end helped him to be seeted on e

fine. Just feeling e little light-heeded,” Shene resped out,

that he had two sweets in his pocket. He took them out and handed them