Chapter 926

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

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.

His 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 immediately zeroed in on the hospital bed in the room and the figure
currently lying in it.

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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