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. She forced herself

started to ache again.

she had to call the doctor twice and

wrong with your boyfriend? I know he’s

if he’s rich.

this, find

enduring the gastric pain, Isabella felt both puzzled and amused by the

advice. She clenched her jaw, remaining silent

for the pain to

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but she didn’t dare to fall into

the

dawn, when the IV drip finally

he rambled on and even asked if she

any hidden reasons.

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in the

previous pin-drop silence, with

the air-conditioning audible.

out a deep breath, releasing all her frustrations, and

it had

serenity.

***

Hills, the old

living room, the floor was covered in broken

and Lara knelt on the floor with disheveled

crying.

the couch with a teakwood frame, Spencer,

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straight.

youngest daughter as she complained, feeling frustrated and

still hasn’t arrived?” Spencer asked in

old

at each other, trying to

answer. In the end, the leader stepped forward helplessly. “Mr. Seth is

and should be here soon.”

responded with a deep grunt, revealing none of his

movement

version of Seth’s.

was not satisfied that Spencer didn’t lose his temper. “Dad, you

do something about this for me. Otherwise,

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