I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 153
I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
Chapter 153
Isabellaâs first thought was that Seth had returned when she saw the door
open, but it was a nurse who entered. She felt a mix of surprise and
confusion, appearing polite but slow-witted at the same time. âIs there
something wrong?â
The nurse looked into the room and said, âDirector Witt sent me to check if
youâre able to buy food on your own. The hospital provides meals for
patients.â
Isabella was tongue-tied and slow to respond. ââ¦â
âThe gentleman who was here earlier has been gone for a while, so Director
Witt sent me,â the nurse said suggestively.
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Isabella felt helpless, unsure whether to appreciate the doctorâs
consideration or complain about the nosiness of the doctors and nurses.
Sighing, she decided to focus on her appetite first. âThank you. Please order a
meal for me. I donât have any dietary restrictions.â
After giving her an âOKâ hand signal, the nurse closed the door, and silence
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returned to the ward. Isabella leaned against the headboard of the bed and
stared at the shredded paper in the bin.
She couldnât help but miss the food from Eataly. She used to go there often
with Natasha, but they hadnât been there recently due to their busy
schedules. The taste of the food lingered in her mouth, making everything
else seem bland in comparison.
Furthermore, the hospital food was mostly flavorless, and her taste buds
were weakened from not eating all day. She forced herself to eat something,
but her stomach couldnât handle it and started to ache again. In the middle
of the night, she had to call the doctor twice and received a scolding.
âWhatâs wrong with your boyfriend? I know heâs Seth Shaffer, but this is not
how a boyfriend should behave, even if heâs rich. If he continues treating you
like this, find another boyfriend.â
While enduring the gastric pain, Isabella felt both puzzled and amused by the
doctorâs advice. She clenched her jaw, remaining silent and curled up in bed,
waiting for the pain to subside.
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Her mind was in turmoil, but she didnât dare to fall into a deep sleep, worried
about the reverse flow of blood from the IV drip. So she stayed vigilant
throughout the night until dawn, when the IV drip finally finished. When the
doctor came to remove the needle, he rambled on and even asked if she
had any hidden reasons.
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Speechless, Isabella pretended to be asleep in the end. After the doctor left,
the ward returned to its previous pin-drop silence, with only the soft whirring
of the air-conditioning audible.
She let out a deep breath, releasing all her frustrations, and coaxed herself to
sleep. She didnât know how long it had been, but her mind finally found
serenity.
***
Claymont Hills, the old Shaffer residence.
In the spacious traditional living room, the floor was covered in broken
porcelain, and Lara knelt on the floor with disheveled hair, looking pale from
crying.
On the couch with a teakwood frame, Spencer, dressed in an ironed
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button-down shirt, sat with his back straight. He frowned, staring intensely at
his youngest daughter as she complained, feeling frustrated and angry.
âHe still hasnât arrived?â Spencer asked in a strong voice, sounding nothing
like an old man.
The bodyguards outside glanced at each other, trying to get someone else
to answer. In the end, the leader stepped forward helplessly. âMr. Seth is
driving and should be here soon.â
Spencer responded with a deep grunt, revealing none of his emotions. His
lips were tightly pursed, and every movement he made was a more
advanced version of Sethâs.
However, Lara was not satisfied that Spencer didnât lose his temper. âDad, you
have to do something about this for me. Otherwise, Iâll be too embarrassed to
go out in public!â
After saying that, Christina Hudson stepped forward and wiped away the
tears on Laraâs face, speaking meekly, âSpencer, even though Lara is not a
boy, she is our only daughter. Even if itâs not for the sake of our marriage, you
should at least feel sorry for your daughter.â
Despite being in her mid-forties, Christina looked like she was in her early
thirties, thanks to her dedication to self-care. Standing next to Spencer, she
looked more like his daughter, and it seemed like a joke to hear her speak
about her marriage to him.
A knot formed between Spencerâs brows, and a sharp light flashed in his
aged eyes as he tapped his walking stick against the ground. âLouis has been
deported and locked up. What else do you want?â
âArenât you going to investigate this thoroughly?â With a sniffle, tears instantly
rolled down Christinaâs face, making her look as pitiful as a lamb. âThat
foreigner had the audacity to plot against Lara. Maybe=â
âMaybe Seth gave him the idea?â Before Christina could finish speaking,
Spencer finished her sentence with a solemn expression.
Stunned, she raised her head and met his icy gaze. All the words she wanted
to say got stuck in her throat, and cold sweat started to break out on her
Seeing that the situation was not in their favor, Lara couldnât help but shoot
her a glare from the corner of her eye. If you donât know what to say, donât say
anything. All the crying I did this evening was for nothing. âDad, thatâs not
what Mom means. Sheâs just-â
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of an engine echoed from
the courtyard outside, followed by someone rushing into the room, saying,
âOld Mr. Shaffer, Mr. Seth is back.â