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

and started to ache again. In the

she had to call the doctor twice and received

he’s Seth Shaffer, but this is

even if he’s rich.

find

Isabella felt both

clenched her jaw, remaining silent and curled

pain

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70%

dare to fall into a deep sleep, worried

the reverse flow of blood from the

when the IV

he rambled

hidden reasons.

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Isabella pretended to be asleep in

its previous pin-drop silence, with only the soft

the air-conditioning audible.

releasing all her frustrations,

know how long it had been, but

serenity.

***

the old Shaffer residence.

living room, the

floor with disheveled hair, looking

crying.

with a teakwood frame,

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sat with his back straight. He frowned, staring intensely

complained, feeling

in a strong voice,

old

glanced at each other,

In the end, the leader stepped forward helplessly.

be

with a deep grunt, revealing none

tightly pursed, and every movement he made was a more

version of

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

me. Otherwise, I’ll be too

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