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…”

heard someone calling out to him from the

something when he heard Isabella retching.

painful memory flooded his mind.

the verge of tears due

but nothing

frustration any longer. He turned the

to the hospital. Isabella continued retching

cold inside. She

could hear her mother’s voice

it’ll probably be due to starvation. Former

the Shaffer Group dies from starvation. How

as a law-abiding citizen, and this is how it

ended up in this mess. They’ll discover that I’ve

writing online theses about it, only

are influenced by the

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enter the hospital through

thought Isabella was acting strangely. He stared straight ahead,

responding to her.

her eyes, her voice barely a whisper.

clearly, but he caught the word

Realizing that he would soon be blocked by

his steering wheel a few

the cars in front to make

pressed down on the accelerator, and

took him twenty minutes to reach the hospital

night breeze rushed into the car.

cold. She lifted her

Seth leaning

“No.” Isabella moved away.

out a sigh and said patiently, “Come

shook her head. Despite her sickly pale complexion, she refused,

won’t do.”

back into the car. “Come. Here,” he

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