The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 

Jackson, however, acted as if nothing had happened, his expression calm and untroubled, showing no sign of pain. 

His handsome features even held a hint of deep, gentle affection 

He looked at Oneida, his voice soft and steady. “I’m fine. As long as you’re not hurt, that’s all that matters. 

His tone was so composed. It was as if the wound on his back didn’t exist. 

“Jackson!” Oneida gritted her teeth, instinctively calling his name 

Her heart ached inexplicably. 

Why was he smiling through his pain when he was clearly injured for her sake? 

Meanwhile, chaos reigned in the hall. 

Many were blinded by the smoke, and several of Jackson’s subordinates were thrown into disarray by his injury. 

Alex seized this opportunity to whisk away Jonas, Claude, and Wendy. 

At that moment, Oneida’s sole focus was Jackson. 

She didn’t care if Jonas managed to escape. Her eyes were fixed only on Jackson. 

“Why did you take the bullet for me?” Oneida clutched Jackson’s arm, overwhelmed with heartache. “Are you crazy?” 

Jackson looked at her with a serene gaze, his eyes filled with deep and tender emotions. 

“It’s just a small wound, nothing to worry about.” He truly appeared unaffected, his face calm and composed, his voice serene and steady. 

“If the bullet had hit you, it would have been much worse,” he added, his hand instinctively patting her back, his eyes showing a flicker of warmth. 

Oneida was stunned. 

She stood there, motionless, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. 

She sometimes just didn’t understand what was going through in Jackson’s mind. 

Oneida immediately pulled away from his embrace, turning to call for a doctor. 

“Your wound needs immediate treatment!” she said urgently. 

But just then, Jackson’s face turned pale, a rare sign of weakness crossing his handsome features. 

The next moment, his eyes closed, and he collapsed toward Oneida. 

Oneida was caught off guard. 

She widened her eyes, instinctively reaching out to catch his tall frame. 

Jackson fell into her arms, his eyes closed as if he were asleep. 

Oneida placed her hands on Jackson’s back, instantly feeling the warm blood. 

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Dark red blood was flowing steadily from the wound. 

Blood was what occupied Oneida’s mind at that moment. 

Both her palms were stained with blood. 

Jackson was losing so much of it! 

Despite the severe bleeding, he had held on, just to keep her from worrying or being afraid. 

“Jackson!” Oneida cried out his name, her voice filled with desperation as she clutched him tightly. 

At that moment, the smoke began to clear. 

Jonas and his group had already left the hall. 

With the smoke gone, others also noticed Oneida holding Jackson in the center. 

“Jack! What happened to him?” Lionel exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock as he saw Jackson in Oneida’s arms. 

His face showed both worry and agitation. 

Yvonne also noticed Jackson’s injury. Her face contorted with panic as she rushed over to Oneida. “Jackson, are you okay?” Seeing the blood pouring from his wound, she nearly broke down, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling violently. “How is he bleeding so much?” 

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Victor, already aware of Jackson’s injury, had contacted Jackson’s personal doctor, urging him to get to the manor as quickly 

as possible. 

Victor stood anxiously by the hall entrance, fists clenched, hoping the doctor would arrive soon. 

The entire hall’s focus was on Jackson’s condition. 

He lay silently and weakly in Oneida’s arms, his once handsome face now losing color. 

His lips were pale and cold. 

Oneida held him, her expression wooden as she stared at his face. 

Jackson had long eyelashes. At this moment, he had his eyes closed, and the long lashes cast shadows on his fair skin. 

Though Oneida appeared motionless, her fingers pressed firmly against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. 

Victor had assured her the doctor was on the way. 

Until then, she had to use her own methods to keep him stable. 

In fact, with her medical skills, she was perfectly capable of treating Jackson. 

However, there were no proper tools on hand. If the wound was not handled properly, it was likely to cause infection. 

So she decided to wait for the doctor. 

“Jackson, my poor child.” Yvonne sobbed uncontrollably beside them, her face pale, tears streaming down her cheeks. “My kid- 

Karen and Bella also watched Jackson with anxious faces. 

Bella, naturally concerned for Jackson, felt her heart break seeing her beloved injured so badly. 

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