Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 913

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 913

Connor immediately released Sharon's hand, pushing her backward. "Go, Sharon! Run back to the villa!"

However, Sharon, who had never witnessed such a scene before, was so frightened she simply burst into tears, unable to even move. Seeing that, Connor had no other way but to yank her by the hand and run with her toward the villa.

"Let me go! Let Sharon go, you evil woman!" Connor shrieked as he struggled under her grasp. He finally broke free, only to turn back and see that Jacqueline had gotten full hold of Sharon. Panic-stricken, he began to kick and hit Jacqueline frantically in an attempt to save his sister. However, he was only a child. How could he possibly beat a grownup?

Thus, although he manages to inflict Jacqueline with a significant amount of pain, she was still able to kick him away effortlessly.

The poor child immediately stumbled backward and fell on his bottom. His eyes reddened as pain shot through his body, but he did not cry.

Instead, he continued glaring fearlessly at Jacqueline.

In fact, he wanted to call out to Mrs. Wilson and the bodyguards nearby for help, but he did not dare to do so.

He was afraid it would only aggravate Jacqueline further, causing her to react by doing something crazy.

Besides, he had heard his father mentioning before that this woman wasn't right in the head. Thus, he knew he could only endure his pain and think of a way to save Sharon as quickly as possible.

Seeing Connor looking daggers at her from the ground, Jacqueline let out another burst of laughter. "There's no need for that look on your face, little brat! Neither you nor your sister is getting away from me today!"

With that, she lifted Sharon higher, and the latter's wails grew louder simultaneously.

Connor's face blanched. "W-What are you trying to do?"

"What am I trying to do?" A maniacal laugh escaped Jacqueline's lips. "I'm just wondering whether your mother would be furious if I smashed your sister on the ground! I guess I can only replace out by doing that!" As soon as she finished her sentence, she motioned as if she was indeed about to toss the girl on the ground.

"No!" Connor's pupils constricted at the sight. Ignoring the throbbing pain on his bottom, he sprang up and wrapped his arms around Jacqueline's legs in an attempt to stop her.

However, Jacqueline kicked him away again, and he fell to the ground a second time, instantly feeling the pain on his bottom doubling in intensity.

Now that Jacqueline had gotten rid of him, she no longer had any obstructions. In the next second, she lifted Sharon above her head and smashed her onto the ground. "Sharon!" Connor shrieked in despair.

As Sharon crashed, her head hit a rock beside the flower bed, and she lost consciousness before she could even let out even a whimper.

"Ah!" Connor wailed uncontrollably as he crawled toward her.

Standing at their side, Jacqueline laughed so much until tears flowed out of her eyes.

Just then, Mrs. Wilson emerged from the villa upon hearing the commotion.

Seeing Jacqueline standing there, Sharon lying on the ground unconscious, and Connor weeping beside her, Mrs. Wilson immediately sensed that something serious must have happened. She turned to Connor with a panicked expression. "What happened to Sharon?"

"S-She was just t-thrown on the ground," he choked out through his tears.

Mrs. Wilson shot a second glance and finally recognized the woman before her eyes. "It's you?"

The smile immediately vanished from Jacqueline's lips. Glaring at Mrs. Wilson through narrowed eyes, she did not dare to stay for another second but turned and fled at once.

Mrs. Wilson was about to go after her when Connor stopped her.

"Mrs. Wilson, we have to send Sharon to the hospital right now. She's lost a lot of blood," he pleaded as he tugged at Mrs. Wilson's hand.

Lowering her gaze to the girl, Mrs. Wilson noticed that he was right.

Sharon was indeed badly injured and looked as if she had just been thrown violently on the ground.

Without further ado, she drove the two children to the nearest hospital.

Sharon was immediately rushed into the emergency room, whereas Mrs. Wilson and Connor stood outside, waiting anxiously.

"Mrs. Wilson, is Sharon going to be all right?" asked Connor as he massaged his bottom and wiped the tears from his face at the same time.

"Of course, she will," Mrs. Wilson reassured him with a smile and bent down to pat him on his head while suppressing the sadness that was surging in her heart.

Clenching his fists tightly, Connor gazed at the red light shining above the door to the operating room, his eyes spilling with hatred.