It took Jackson half an hour to clean and bandaged Natalie’s wound.
He took off the gloves and heaved a sigh of relief. “Done.”
Shane rolled her dress up, carried her, and placed her on a couch. He then covered her with his blazer before washing his hand at the mini basin in Jackson’s office. “How’s her wound?”
“She experienced quite a severe blood loss, but she’s fine now. It won’t take long for her wound to heal.” Jackson was not worried.
Shane was relieved to hear that.
Jackson adjusted his glasses and asked, “What exactly happened? Who stabbed her?”
Shane looked at him and briefly told him about the incident.
Jackson was amazed by the story. “She should count herself lucky.”
Shane squinted and gave him a killer stare.
That stare sent a chill down Jackson’s spine. He immediately put on an awkward smile and apologized. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Shane then turned around and picked up Natalie’s handbag. He took out her phone, unlocked the screen with her thumbprint, and called Connor.
“Hi, Connor speaking,” Connor answered the call steadily but with the voice of a child.
Jackson could not help but chuckle. “Isn’t he just a child? Why does he talk like an adult?”
Shane did not respond to what Jackson said, but a corner of his mouth quirked up.
“It’s me,” Shane said.
Connor kept mum for a few seconds and continued, “Hello, Mr. Shane. Why are you using my Mommy’s phone?”
“Your Mommy is drunk, and she can’t go home tonight,” Shane looked at Natalie and blatantly lied to Connor.
Jackson rolled his eyes in disgust.
Connor believed him and did not question him further. “Okay. Please take good care of my Mommy, okay?”
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