“Mr. Shane, are you okay?” asked Natalie with a pale face and a forehead covered with cold sweat.
Shane moved his lips and said, “I’m okay.”
“That’s good,” she said, heaving a sigh of reprieve.
Looking at her grimly with a conflicted expression, he asked, “Why did you save me?”
He saw firsthand how she rushed to rescue him without any hesitation the moment the beam fell down.
She seemed overly concerned about him getting hurt.
“Isn’t it normal to save others?” Natalie weakly replied while smiling to shrug it off.
After all, he was only here to help. If he had been the one injured, she would feel really bad.
“Mommy, are you okay?” Connor asked anxiously as he raced over with Sharon tagging behind.
Sharon was in tears. “Mommy, you’re bleeding. Boohoo…”
Watching the two young ones getting all nervous and concerned about her, Natalie felt the warmth in her heart. Biting her lips to endure the pain, she comforted them, “All right. You two don’t worry. Mommy is totally fine.”
“How can it be fine? Look, even the skin has been punctured,” said Connor. Clenching his little fists, he glared at Shane and accused, “This is all on you. Mommy tried to save you and got herself injured in the process. It’s all your fault!”
“Connor!” Natalie frowned deeply, scowling her face as she scolded, “How can you talk to Mr. Shane in this manner? Saving him is Mommy’s decision. It has nothing to do with him.”
“But…” Connor’s eyes turned red as he wanted to say more.
Lowering his head to look at Connor, Shane admitted, “You are right. Your Mommy injures herself trying to save me. I shall take full responsibility on this matter.”
Connor raised his head and stared at Shane for a few seconds. Snorting coldly, he turned away, deciding to accept Shane’s words.
Seeing his reaction, Shane raised his eyebrows as he was very surprised.
Is this child really a four-year-old?
He seems too smart and too mature for his age.
At least the little girl seems more normal for her age.
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