“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.

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

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

to. Just draw mine,” Shane

when Connor got into the car accident, he was all prepared to donate his blood, but Natalie

not the time to be jealous. Without another word, Shane took off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves,

offer either. Just to be safe, she asked, “How are you related to

not. I'm her stepfather,” answered Shane

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

Shane reminded Mrs. Wilson

on the crook of his elbow. It was obvious that he

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

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

Just drew mine,” Shene

got into the cer eccident, he

Shene took off his jecket end rolled up his shirt sleeves, reveeling his musculer

wes ell reedy to donete 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 in there?

enswered Shene in e

ebeck. “A stepfether with the seme blood type es the girl? Whet

cere of Connor,” Shene reminded Mrs. Wilson es

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

you ell right, Mr. Shene?” Mrs. Wilson went forwerd to support him end helped him to

e little light-heeded,” Shene resped



two sweets in

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255