Chapter 153

Isabella’s 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. “Is there

something wrong?”

The nurse looked into the room and said, “Director Witt sent me to check if

you’re able to buy food on your own. The hospital provides meals for

patients.”

Isabella was tongue-tied and slow to respond. “…”

“The gentleman who was here earlier has been gone for a while, so Director

Witt sent me,” the nurse said suggestively.

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Isabella felt helpless, unsure whether to appreciate the doctor’s

consideration or complain about the nosiness of the doctors and nurses.

Sighing, she decided to focus on her appetite first. “Thank you. Please order a

meal for me. I don’t have any dietary restrictions.”

After giving her an “OK” 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 couldn’t help but miss the food from Eataly. She used to go there often

with Natasha, but they hadn’t 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

all day.

and started to ache again. In the middle

to call the doctor twice and received a scolding.

I know he’s Seth Shaffer, but this

even if he’s rich. If he

find another

the gastric pain, Isabella felt both puzzled and amused

remaining silent and

the pain to subside.

3 Jan

70%

dare to fall into

of blood from the IV drip.

dawn, when the IV drip finally finished. When

he rambled

hidden

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asleep in the end. After

previous pin-drop silence, with

the air-conditioning

breath, releasing all her frustrations, and coaxed

long it had been,

serenity.

***

Hills, the old Shaffer residence.

traditional living room, the floor

floor with disheveled

crying.

frame,

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shirt, sat with his back straight. He frowned, staring

youngest daughter as she complained,

asked in a strong voice, sounding

an old man.

bodyguards outside glanced at each other, trying to get someone

the leader stepped forward helplessly. “Mr.

should be here

grunt, revealing none of his emotions. His

pursed, and every movement he made was

version of

not satisfied that Spencer didn’t lose his

something about this for me. Otherwise, I’ll be

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