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…”

calling out to him from the passenger

was about to say something when he

as a painful memory flooded his mind. “Please don’t throw

on the verge of tears due to frustration. “I

but nothing came

his frustration any longer. He turned the car

Isabella continued retching in the passenger

cold inside. She thought she

her mother’s

it’ll probably be due

from starvation.

this is how it ends? The internet will find

ended up in this mess. They’ll discover

theses about it, only to conclude

are influenced by the families they

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Shaffer, enter the hospital

Isabella was acting strangely. He

responding to her.

her

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

soon be blocked by

a few times. The McLaren was an

in front

on the accelerator, and

reach the hospital in the city center. He

cool night breeze rushed into the car.

sweat, shivering from the cold. She lifted her head in a daze

leaning over to pick her

“No.” Isabella moved away.

let out a sigh and said patiently,

her head. Despite her

won’t do.”

he got back into the car. “Come. Here,” he

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