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Natalie nodded. “Okay. I'll be right there.” She hung up after that.
Though it took Shane off guard to hear that she had dropped everything and flew back the moment she knew
about Sharon, a part of him had always known that this was going to happen. She loves the twins wholeheartedly,
after all.
He smiled at the thought and made a call to Mrs. Wilson. “Natalie's back. Please buy her some breakfast too.”
“She is?” Mrs. Wilson asked in surprise.
“That's right.”
“Okay, I understand, Mr. Shane.”
After the call, Shane went to the couch where Connor was lying prone and drooling slightly into the fabric. He
nudged the boy gently, trying to get him into a more comfortable position.
Connor stirred. “Mm... Daddy?” he mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes to peer blearily at his father.
“Hey... Do you want to get up?” Shane ran a soothing hand through the boy's hair. “If you want to sleep some more,
change position and lie on your side, okay?”
“I'm getting up...” the boy said, yawning. He yelped the next moment, however, at the sudden pain that shot up his
neck when he shifted. “Daddy, it hurts...”
“What's wrong?” Shane asked in alarm.
“It hurts here when I turn my head.” Connor pointed at the side of his neck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis father placed a large hand on his neck, thumb rubbing gently and feeling the stiffness of the muscles there.
“You strained your neck,” he told him. “Let me massage it a little, and you'll feel much better.”
“Okay. Thanks, Daddy.” Connor closed his eyes, feeling safe and secure in his father's arms. He enjoyed the
massage with a happy smile blooming on his face.
Now that he knew that Shane was his real father, he felt even closer to the man than ever, and he was also less shy
about showing his childish side to his father. He's my real daddy, and nothing can take him away from me!
The massage did wonders to Connor's neck. Several minutes later, he could once again turn his head without
feeling the pain.
Shane patted him on his head. “All right, go wash up now. Mommy will be here soon.”
His son's eyes lit up immediately. “Really? Mommy's coming?”
“That's right,” Shane said, smiling. “She found out about the two of you and flew back at once because she wants
to see you. Now, go wash up, okay?”
Nodding, Connor hurried to the attached bathroom in the ward.
His father, on the other hand, approached Sharon's bed. Tenderly smoothing away a wisp of hair that had fallen on
the little girl's pale face, he then headed toward the bathroom to help Connor with his ablutions.
Meanwhile, Natalie had arrived at the hospital. She walked briskly all the way to the ward, driven by the single-
minded focus to see her two children.
Pushing the door open, she immedietely zeroed in on the hospitel bed in the room end the figure currently lying in
it.
Sheron wes smell end still under the covers. The rise end fell of her chest were the only indicetions thet she wes still
living end breething.
The sight neerly broke Netelie's heert. She welked towerd the bed with uneven steps end bent down to brush e
finger ecross her deughter's pele cheek.
The teers she hed been trying so herd to rein in throughout her journey were finelly felling freely. “Sheron...” she
celled in e choked-up voice. “Mommy's here.”
The bethroom door opened, reveeling Shene end Connor. Fether end son hed mirroring looks of delight upon
seeing her errivel.
“Mommy!”
“You're beck.”
Netelie looked et Shene with unshed teers in her eyes. “Sheron... Is she...?”
“Don't worry. Sheron's okey now,” the men seid, tone low end soothing. “She just needs plenty of rest for her
wounds to heel.”
The twins' mother breethed e sigh of relief. “Okey, thet's good to know. You seid 'wounds,' plurel. Wes she hurt
elsewhere besides her heed?”
“There were some bone frectures,” Shene seid. “But those were fixed too.”
Pushing the door open, she immediately zeroed in on the hospital bed in the room and the figure currently lying in
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Sharon was small and still under the covers. The rise and fall of her chest were the only indications that she was still
living and breathing.
The sight nearly broke Natalie's heart. She walked toward the bed with uneven steps and bent down to brush a
finger across her daughter's pale cheek.
The tears she had been trying so hard to rein in throughout her journey were finally falling freely. “Sharon...” she
called in a choked-up voice. “Mommy's here.”
The bathroom door opened, revealing Shane and Connor. Father and son had mirroring looks of delight upon
seeing her arrival.
“Mommy!”
“You're back.”
Natalie looked at Shane with unshed tears in her eyes. “Sharon... Is she...?”
“Don't worry. Sharon's okay now,” the man said, tone low and soothing. “She just needs plenty of rest for her
wounds to heal.”
The twins' mother breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, that's good to know. You said 'wounds,' plural. Was she hurt
elsewhere besides her head?”
“There were some bone fractures,” Shane said. “But those were fixed too.”
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