I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 151

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After Isabella made that statement, Seth rolled up the car window, revved up

the car, and stepped on the pedal. Imperia was a bustling city. Even at night,

the traffic on its outskirts was still congested. Seth maneuvered through the

highway and entered a tunnel. He skillfully navigated past other cars as if he

were driving a go-kart. Isabella, sitting in the passenger seat, was jostled

around. She tightly gripped her seatbelt, fearing for her life.

Isabella replayed her answers in her mind. Hey, my response was perfect. I

told him that I was toning down my ambition and marrying someone else so

he wouldn’t think I had any intentions towards him. So, what’s his problem?

The car accelerated, and Isabella thought she heard police sirens. “If you

keep speeding like this, Mr. Shaffer, you’ll be making headlines tomorrow.”

“I won’t be the only one making headlines,” Seth replied.

Damn it. What did I ever do to deserve this treatment from you? Isabella felt

like she was going crazy. She had been starving the entire day and thought

she might die. Now, with Seth tormenting her, she genuinely believed she Chapter 151 In The Hospital With Seth

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might not make it. She wanted to vomit, but she couldn’t if there was nothing

to throw up.

“Seth…”

he heard someone calling out to him

about to say something when he

memory flooded his mind.

was on the verge of tears due to frustration. “I

again, but nothing

his frustration any longer. He turned the

continued

was spinning, and she felt cold

hear her mother’s

I die here, it’ll probably be due to starvation.

starvation. How

citizen, and this is how it ends? The internet will find

in this mess. They’ll discover that I’ve been

theses about it, only to

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enter the hospital

thought Isabella was acting strangely.

responding to her.

her voice

couldn’t hear her clearly, but he caught the word ‘Mom.’

soon be

a few times. The McLaren was an

front to make way

accelerator, and the car sped ahead like

to reach the hospital

night breeze rushed into

cold. She lifted her head in

saw Seth leaning over to pick her

“No.” Isabella moved away.

and

head. Despite her sickly pale complexion,

won’t do.”

back into the car. “Come. Here,”

Isabella, feeling wronged, said, “You’re going to hold me