Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 919

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 919

"The blood donation came from the man outside the operating room," one of the nurses answered.

Jackson was utterly stunned by her words.

The man outside the operating room? But that's Shane! Unless...

"We've already informed the testing lab to do so. It's in the process," came the lead surgeon's reply.

The moment the hemolysis occurred, he had asked the nurse to contact the testing lab.

Because Rh-negative blood type was rare to come by, the hospital had taken the liberty of drawing slightly more from Shane earlier for their blood bank, so that it might save other patients' lives in the future.

Just a moment ago, the nurse had sent Sharon's blood sample to the testing lab and instructed the lab technicians to perform a DNA paternity test for it with the blood that Shane had just donated. She had also labeled it as an urgent case so that the process could be expedited.

"Good. That's good." Jackson's hands trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, a nurse entered the operating room with two bags of blood in her hands. It was the Rh-negative blood that she had just procured from the blood bank. "Here's the supply from another donor." Seeing the two bags of blood, Jackson felt relieved that there was hope for Sharon after all and left the operating room.

"Dr. Baker, how's Sharon doing?" Mrs. Wilson came to him anxiously.

Jackson opened his mouth to say something but could not seem to replace the right words.

What he had just heard was simply astonishing, and he still had not recovered from the shock.

Shane's heart sank when he saw Jackson at such a complete loss for words. "D-Did Sharon..."

Jackson shook his head quickly. "She's fine now."

A glint of joy flashed across Shane's eyes. "Really?"

"Yes," Jackson affirmed with a nod.

A smile broke across Connor's face as well. "Thank goodness she's all right!"

"Yeah!" Mrs. Wilson was so happy that tears of joy poured down her cheeks.

Shane turned to Jackson. "If that's the case, then what happened just now?"

"Sharon was showing signs of hemolysis after receiving your blood. Do you know what that means?" asked Jackson.

At first, Shane only stared at him with a perplexed look. Then he caught on, his eyes widening in disbelief. "H-Hemolysis... That means S-Sharon..."

Parents and children could not donate their blood to each other, or hemolysis would occur.

That was general knowledge that most people knew.

Thus, Shane was shocked to the core by what this recent turn of events implied.

Nodding, Jackson went on, "That's right. Sharon is very likely your biological daughter."

"B-But..." Mrs. Wilson was so astounded her jaw almost dropped to the ground. "D-Dr. Baker, did you just say Sharon is actually Mr. Shane's daughter?"

"Yes, it's highly possible. That's the only way to explain why she went into hemolysis after receiving his blood," Jackson explained.

Connor stared at them, just as dumbfounded. "No, that's impossible. If Sharon is Daddy's biological daughter, then why did the paternity test result between me and Daddy turn out negative?"

It did not make sense to him.

Daddy's not my birth father, and Sharon is my twin. How could it be possible that we have different dads? There's no way this could be true unless Mommy lied to us, but she would never have done that. Hearing Connor's words, the three adults instantly fell silent.

A moment later, Jackson began mumbling to himself, "He's right. If Sharon is Shane's daughter, then Connor should be his son as well. Then how come both times, the paternity test results came back negative?"

Shane's expression turned somber as if he was suppressing something in his mind.

Glancing at Connor, he asked, "Would you perform another DNA paternity test with me?"

"Yes." Connor nodded.

He wanted to know the answer as much as his father did.

At that, Shane carried him and went to the testing lab.

The lab technicians were in the midst of performing the paternity test between Shane and Sharon.

Seeing Shane bringing another child forward for the same test, they plucked a hair from both father and son, and then promptly took the samples off to carry out the test.

Then all there was left to do was to wait for the results.