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 to eat something,

couldn’t handle it and started to ache again. In the

had to call the doctor twice

wrong with your boyfriend? I know he’s Seth Shaffer, but this is not

boyfriend should behave, even if he’s rich. If

find

enduring the gastric pain, Isabella felt both

her jaw, remaining silent

for the pain to

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she didn’t dare to fall into

the reverse flow of blood from the

dawn, when the IV drip

remove the needle, he rambled on and

hidden

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in the end. After

previous pin-drop silence, with only

the air-conditioning

deep breath, releasing all

She didn’t know how long it had

serenity.

***

the old Shaffer residence.

traditional living room, the floor was

knelt on the floor

crying.

the couch with a teakwood frame, Spencer, dressed in

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shirt, sat with his back straight. He frowned,

she complained, feeling frustrated and angry.

still hasn’t arrived?” Spencer asked in a strong voice, sounding

old

bodyguards outside glanced at each other, trying to get someone

end, the leader

be

revealing none of his

every movement he made was a more

version of

satisfied that Spencer

to do something about this for me.

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