Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 918

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 918

Handing Connor over to Mrs. Wilson, Shane stood up and swiftly landed a punch on Jackson’s face.

Caught completely off guard, Jackson was struck right across the corner of his mouth. He immediately fell on the ground, while his glasses were sent flying.

This sudden turn of events left Mrs. Wilson and Connor utterly dumbstruck.

Retracting his fist, Shane took two steps forward and stopped in front of Jackson, gazing down at him loftily. “It’s all because you let Jacqueline out that she went to the villa and hurt the children.”

“I-I…” Jackson’s eyes widened in shock.

So that’s what happened!

Half an hour ago, Silas had gone to him and asked him to come to this hospital.

All he knew was that Connor and Sharon were both badly injured, and it was somehow his fault.

He felt very puzzled at that time and could not figure out how he would fit into the picture, but he came anyway.

He had not expected this to be the reason.

For goodness sake, Jacqueline!

His heart wrenched with regret. He resented himself for giving in to his soft-heartedness in his moment of weakness. By releasing her, he had only enabled her to create this disaster.

“Shane…”

Before he could say another word, Shane sent another kick toward his abdomen, and he fell back onto the floor after only just sitting up.

“Do you see that operating room?” Shane pointed at the entrance to the operating room as he continued glaring at Jackson. “Sharon’s been in there for almost two hours, and Connor here almost fractured his tailbone. All this happened because of you.”

“I’m sorry.” Jackson bowed his head and did not even attempt to deny Shane’s accusation.

Clenching his fists tightly, Shane went on. “You’re sorry? So what? Your apology does nothing to make up to these kids!”

Does that mean Sharon’s in critical condition? No, that’s impossible. The nurse who came out just now just said that she’ll be fine once she receives a blood transfusion! So, what’s happening now?

“I’ll go in to have a look.” With that said, Jackson picked up his crushed glasses and bolted into the operating room.

Seeing him, the doctors and nurses in the operating room reprimanded him at once, “Which hospital are you from? How did you get in here?”

“My name is Jackson Baker. I’m a doctor from Baker Private Hospital,” Jackson introduced himself briefly as he glanced at Sharon.

She lay on the operating table, breathing through a ventilator. Both her eyes were shut tight, and her face was completely drained of color. It was a heartbreaking sight.

“How’s the girl?” Jackson turned toward the lead surgeon.

Recognizing that Jackson was one of the most renowned surgeons in the country, the lead surgeon dismissed the thought of kicking him out of the room. “She just underwent a blood transfusion but just went into hemolysis.”

“Hemolysis?” Jackson immediately frowned at the absurdity of the statement. “But that only occurs if the patient receives a blood transfusion from a parent. Whose blood did she just receive?”

What are the chances that this hospital’s blood bank stores the blood supply that came from the children’s birth father? And what are the odds Sharon just received a blood donation from her birth father himself?