Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 922

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 922

"Daddy, the DNA test that I did last time should have been handled by Uncle Stanley," said Connor.

"Uncle Stanley?" Shane repeated with narrowed eyes.

Connor nodded. "Yes. Uncle Stanley's a doctor, so I gave him your hair and mine and asked him to do the test, but he..."

Of course, he knew why Stanley had done that.

Stanley had always been attracted to Natalie.

He was probably afraid that if the truth got out that Shane was the birth father of the two children, Shane would use that as a reason to marry Natalie. In fact, he would definitely do that.

Even if he did not love Natalie at that time, if he had known he had fathered two children with her, he would still have married her for that reason.

Knowing that Stanley had gone to the trouble of producing a fake DNA report for Connor in an attempt to prevent that from happening.

Shane made a mental note to himself not to let Stanley get away with such a dirty act, then he carried Connor and headed toward Sharon's ward. Jackson suggested for Sharon to be transferred to his hospital so that he could personally be in charge of her recovery, but Shane disregarded the suggestion. Right now, he simply could not bring himself to trust Jackson.

Thus, Jackson only smiled bitterly in response. Then he returned to his hospital alone and continued to be monitored by Shane's men.

He knew Shane blamed and loathed him for what happened to Sharon. The only reason Shane had not taken any revenge yet was that Jacqueline was not caught yet. The moment he captured Jacqueline would be the moment he execute his revenge.

As for Jackson, he only wished the moment would arrive sooner. Only then would his sense of guilt and self-blame be reduced.

He knew full well he had been foolish to release Jacqueline, and the two children had only gotten injured because of his actions. Huh! His eyes teared up as he thought about it.

Meanwhile, Shane and Connor had just entered Sharon's room.

Her tiny figure lay on the huge bed, and her usual florid complexion was pale as a sheet. It was a heart-wrenching sight.

After placing Connor on the couch, Shane dashed straight to her bedside and gazed at her quietly.

My daughter.... she is truly my daughter!

Lowering his head, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. His eyes, which were usually cold and emotionless, were suddenly imbued with the love and warmth of a father toward his daughter. Before this day, although he loved the two children, he had always held back slightly as he thought they were not his own.

However, now that it was confirmed they were none other than his, the fatherly love that he had been suppressing in his heart flowed out like a waterfall toward them. From this day onward, he would love them with all his heart and give them only the best of everything to make up for the six years that he had not done so.

"Mr. Shane," Mrs. Wilson's voice sounded from behind him.

Standing up straight, he turned to her.

She had just entered the room, holding a thermal container in her hand, asking hurriedly, "Are the test results out, Mr. Shane?"

Shane nodded. "Yes."

"And the results..."

He glanced at Connor, who was dozing off on the couch and then at Sharon, who lay on the bed, sound asleep. His eyes gleamed pleasantly as he confirmed, "They're mine."

Mrs. Wilson was so overjoyed she immediately cried tears of joy and almost dropped the food jar in her hand. "Oh, that's great! That's great news! I knew it! Connor and you are a spitting image of each other. Of course, you'd have to be related by blood!"

The corners of Shane's lips lifted as he listened to her words.

Now that the children were confirmed to be his, that could only mean the woman he had slept with that night five years ago was Natalie and not Jasmine. That woman had tricked him.

Just then, Silas arrived. Shane had called him to come over on his way here from the testing lab just now.

"Have you managed to trace Jacqueline's escape route?" asked Shane coolly as he covered Connor with a blanket.