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.

the hospital food was mostly flavorless, and

eating all day. She forced herself to

it and

to call the doctor twice and

your boyfriend? I know he’s Seth Shaffer, but this

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

this, find another

felt both puzzled and amused

clenched her jaw, remaining silent

the pain

Wed, 3

70%

she didn’t dare to fall

of blood from the IV drip. So she

night until dawn, when the IV drip

to remove the needle, he rambled on

had any hidden reasons.

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pretended to be asleep in the end. After the

previous pin-drop silence, with only

of the air-conditioning audible.

breath, releasing

She didn’t know how long it had been,

serenity.

***

Hills, the old Shaffer

spacious traditional living room, the floor was

the floor

crying.

a teakwood frame, Spencer, dressed in an

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shirt, sat with his back straight. He frowned, staring

youngest daughter as she complained, feeling frustrated

Spencer asked in a strong voice,

like an old man.

each other, trying

the leader

should

deep grunt, revealing none of his

tightly pursed, and every movement he made

advanced version of Seth’s.

not satisfied that Spencer didn’t lose his

to do something about this for me. Otherwise,

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