My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 471

We returned to Bryxton at night. I had no idea how Shawn got wind that I was afraid of moving around in a car

recently, but he had arranged a private jet for me.

By the time we arrived at Bryxton and arrived home, the kids had fallen asleep. I stayed in their room for a while

before returning to my bedroom. However, I missed them when they were not by my side. Seeing that, Shawn went

over and brought the kids to our bedroom.

He was a tall man with a broad chest, so he could carry both kids with ease. I always felt safe whenever he was

with me. After he placed the kids in the middle of the bed, I lay down beside River and fiddled with her nose and

eyelashes.

Seeing that I was enjoying myself, Shawn picked up his pajamas and entered the bathroom to take a shower. When

he came out and realized I was still awake, he walked over and stroked my head before asking gently, "Aren't you

exhausted?"

I shook my head. "We left them here for far too long."

"Alright. I'll do some work first." Shawn turned on his laptop and sat down on the bed. When I was finally tired, I

headed into the bathroom.

After I was done taking a shower, I saw that Shawn was still focused on his work. I went over and rested my chin on

his shoulder. He was going through an email from Waylen that talked about the current situation at the company.

Then, he opened another email that contained the same information. Only then did I realize he had been keeping

his guard up against Waylen.

I asked doubtfully, "Don't you feel tired doing this all the time?"

I was sure he knew that he shouldn't keep a person he couldn't trust by his side. In that case, why didn't he let

Waylen go?

"I don't always do this; I only conduct random checks from time to time. Moreover, Waylen isn't the only one I can

rely on. Although he's by my side most of the time, he mainly deals with my external affairs. I have another

assistant who handles all internal affairs. He has just as much power as Waylen does. Furthermore, above them are

Kevin, Diego, and Ian, so I'm not worried that the company will rot from the inside. The reason I conduct random

checks isn't that I don't trust Waylen; it's just a habit. I do the same to other assistants as well. Kevin is the only

person I can trust wholeheartedly."

He turned off the laptop and went on to say, "Kevin has been by my side for the longest time. Although he looks like

a playful person, he's very reliable. In fact, he's more dependable than Diego and Ian."

Kevin once told me that he prioritized his relationship with Sunny over mine. I would be his enemy if I did anything

that harmed Shawn's interests. Conversely, he would regard me as his friend as long as I treated Shawn well.

There was no denying Kevin was a straightforward person when it came to the people he hated or loved.

"You have your own ways of managing the company. I think it's great, and I've learned something new tonight."

Shawn illustrated his point further. "For example, Anthony and Gary are keeping each other in check in the Xenos

Family. This ensures that they won't do anything behind your back."

I sneered in secret. They've always been doing stuff behind my back! One of them helps Shawn while the other is

on Ezekiel's side.

With that said, as long as they never crossed the line, I would turn a blind eye to it. Moreover, I knew that Shawn

would never harm me, so I didn't have to keep my guard up. On the other hand, I trusted Gary.

After all, Gary had helped me a lot when I was still in the Felix Family back then. If not for him, I couldn't have

persevered until now. I didn't expose the fact that Anthony had been working for Shawn in secret. With my head still

on his shoulder, I asked, "Are you going to sleep now?"

"Yes. I have to attend to some matters tomorrow."

I asked curiously, "What sort of matters do you have?"

"My wound has been irritated, so I have to get it treated tomorrow."

Hearing that, I hurriedly lifted the quilt in an attempt to have a look at his wound. The instant I touched his pajamas,

he took my hand. "I'm fine."

"Oh, I've forgotten that you just took a shower."

A smile appeared on Shawn's lips. "I'm not a fool."

I insisted on having a look at his wound. Left with no choice, he let me lift his shirt, and I saw that the bandage was

filled with blood. I asked worriedly, "Why are you bleeding again?"

Shawn flushed red. "I had some wine a while back."

Hearing that, I glared at him. "Who told you to drink?"

"I'm sorry." He promptly apologized to me.

I stopped making things difficult for him, but I felt sorry for him as I looked at his wound. "No, you have to get it

treated now."

There was a gentle smile on his face. "Why don't you lend me a hand, babe?"

I hurriedly looked for the medical toolkit and fished out some bandages. I also found some disinfectants. Then, I

took off his shirt and carefully unwrapped his bandage. "Don't you know that I'll feel sorry when you're in pain?"

"I'm fine."

This man will never tell me whenever he's in pain. I let out a breath and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Are you worried about me, babe?"

Isn't it obvious? I couldn't help glowering at him, then refuted, "Stop calling me babe. I don't like it. It's like calling

out to a child."

"But you're like my child."

I was rendered speechless. Despite that, I felt happy deep within.

…

The next morning, I woke up earlier than Shawn did. With some difficulty, I carried the kids downstairs and passed

them to the nanny. Then, I entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When Leon woke up and saw me in the kitchen, he was surprised. He came over and asked, "You're finally back.

What are you making?"

"Sandwiches. Do you want some?" I asked.

"Sure. Why not? I'd also like a glass of orange juice. There are some oranges in the fridge. Why don't you squeeze

them for me?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Go get them yourself."

Leon snorted and brushed past me before taking out some oranges from the refrigerator. When he saw some

strawberries as well, he said, "Francesca loves strawberries. She was the one who bought these strawberries. I

think I'll prepare some strawberry juice for her and Tammie. Would you like one?"

"I'm good. I want to drink milk today. Why don't you prepare a glass of orange juice for Shawn?"

Hearing that, Leon started preparing the strawberry juice in the kitchen. When I was done preparing the

sandwiches, I took a look at the oatmeal, which would be ready in ten minutes.

Seeing that I had nothing to do, Leon told me to get some glasses for him. When I placed the glasses in front of

him, he suddenly said in a small voice, "She has been secretly going to the hospital these days, Renee."

I knew he was talking about Francesca. Shawn and I had thought about ways to help her, and a few doctors were

ready to perform surgery on her in Bryxton. However, she didn't want to get the operation done.

A while ago, she told me it was because the success rate was low. Indeed, the operation was extremely risky.

Furthermore, we hadn't found a suitable kidney for her.

At that instant, I thought of Nicholas. No, no, no. I can never drag Nicholas into this. I can't ask him to donate his

kidney to Francesca. If I do that, I'll never be done with him.

The best we could do was to try and find another suitable kidney for her. Shawn and I had been racing against time.

I hoped that Francesca could give us a bit more time and hang in there.

There was no denying Leon loved Francesca, but he was the one who caused her to fall ill. I couldn't imagine how

guilty he felt. However, he was indeed in the wrong, so I wouldn't side with him on this matter.

I placated him by saying, "We're all trying to help her. No one knows how things will turn out, but you should do your

best to keep her company." At the very least, I hoped that Francesca was happy.

"She hasn't forgiven me yet, though."