Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 151

It took Jackson half an hour to clean and bandaged Natalie’s wound.

He took off the gloves and heaved a sigh of relief. “Done.”

Shane rolled her dress up, carried her, and placed her on a couch. He then covered her with his blazer before washing his hand at the mini basin in Jackson’s office. “How’s her wound?”

“She experienced quite a severe blood loss, but she’s fine now. It won’t take long for her wound to heal.” Jackson was not worried.

Shane was relieved to hear that.

Jackson adjusted his glasses and asked, “What exactly happened? Who stabbed her?” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Shane looked at him and briefly told him about the incident.

Jackson was amazed by the story. “She should count herself lucky.”

Shane squinted and gave him a killer stare.

That stare sent a chill down Jackson’s spine. He immediately put on an awkward smile and apologized. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

Shane then turned around and picked up Natalie’s handbag. He took out her phone, unlocked the screen with her thumbprint, and called Connor.

“Hi, Connor speaking,” Connor answered the call steadily but with the voice of a child.

Jackson could not help but chuckle. “Isn’t he just a child? Why does he talk like an adult?”

Shane did not respond to what Jackson said, but a corner of his mouth quirked up.

“It’s me,” Shane said.

Connor kept mum for a few seconds and continued, “Hello, Mr. Shane. Why are you using my Mommy’s phone?”

“Your Mommy is drunk, and she can’t go home tonight,” Shane looked at Natalie and blatantly lied to Connor.

Jackson rolled his eyes in disgust.

Connor believed him and did not question him further. “Okay. Please take good care of my Mommy, okay?”

“I will.” Shane nodded.

She got hurt because of me. It’s my responsibility to take good care of her.

Jackson was confused upon hearing what Shane told Connor. “Why didn’t you tell the boy the truth?”

“What for? You want the two little kids to worry?” Shane took a sidelong glance at him.

Jackson crossed his arms and smirked. “This seems like something a father would do for his kids.”

“Enough. Just give her a room,” Shane stood up and said.

“Come. Follow me.” Jackson walked out of his room and led the way.

Shane carried Natalie in his arms and walked to the ward.

Soon, they arrived at an empty ward. While Shane was putting her down on the bed, Silas walked into the ward and greeted them.

“Has the police nabbed the group of men?” Shane pulled a chair over and sat down.

Silas nodded. “Yes. They’ll be locked behind bars for quite some time, but…”

“But what?” Shane stared at him.

Silas knitted his brows. “I’m afraid this is not just a simple snatch theft.”

“What do you mean?” Shane’s expression grim.

Silas took out a photo from his pocket. “I found this in the snatch thief’s pocket. It’s Ms. Natalie’s photo. Someone must have planned this.”

Shane clenched his fists. “How is the snatch thief? Is he awake?”

“He’s still in a coma. He suffered a severe concussion and might remain unconscious for the next two days. I’ve checked with the police, and they said the other men only did what the snatch thief told them to,” Silas explained.

Shane tightened his grip on the photo. “Does that mean we’ll only be able to find out who the mastermind was when he comes around?”

“I’m afraid so. Right now, we don’t have a single clue about this case, so we can’t carry out any investigations,” Silas sighed helplessly.