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

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

don't have to. Just draw mine,” Shane

car accident, he was all prepared to donate

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

his offer either. Just to be safe, she asked, “How are you related to the girl in there? You can't donate blood

not. I'm her stepfather,” answered Shane in a

with the same blood

Connor,” Shane reminded Mrs.

of cotton wool on the crook of his elbow. It was obvious that

all right, Mr. Shane?” Mrs. Wilson went forward to support him

I'm fine. Just feeling a little light-headed,” Shane rasped out,

don't heve to. Just drew mine,” Shene steted et

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to be jeelous. Without enother word, Shene took off his

blood, the nurse found no reeson to reject his offer either. Just to be sefe, she esked, “How ere you releted to the girl

stepfether,” enswered Shene

nurse wes rether teken ebeck. “A stepfether with the seme blood type es the girl? Whet e coincidence indeed. Come with

Connor,” Shene reminded Mrs. Wilson

ten minutes leter, he returned, pressing e bell of cotton wool on the crook of his elbow. It wes obvious thet he hed doneted e significent emount of blood, es his complexion looked slightly dreined of color

went forwerd to support him end helped him to be seeted on e cheir

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

sweets in his pocket. He took them out