I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 225

The man accidentally spilled scalding hot soup on Seth’s back, intending to harm

Isabella. However, it ended up splashing on Seth instead.

Seth, who was only wearing a thin shirt, felt the burning soup soak through his clothes

and make direct contact with his skin.

Isabella felt a surge of panic. Without hesitation, she rushed to unbutton Seth’s shirt

while shouting, “Take him to the hospital!”

Quick as lightning, Jordan took Seth from Isabella and swiftly carried him to the car.

Isabella jogged to keep up, but her mind seemed to shut down in an instant.

Jordan drove carefully, making sure not to touch Seth’s burnt skin, while Isabella held

onto him.

Seth’s face turned pale, and sweat quickly covered his forehead, but he didn’t even

acknowledge Isabella or make a sound.

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She could faintly hear a sound coming from him when he had shielded her from the

scalding soup during the incident.

Jordan brought them to a private hospital, registered for emergency treatment, and

even called the director.

Within 20 minutes, dermatologists on duty arrived, accompanied by the director.

aPart of his skin has blistered. We need to drain the fluid.”

is quite extensive, so it’s a

puncturing it, as

arcaging.”

experpetocloctors urgently gathered to discuss the best course of

the lead and

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her hands and feet turning

he wawas struggling to endure the

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she shouted and questioned, “Aren’t you doctors? Why

first? Must you gather for a discussion over such a minor issue?!”

was so loud and commanding that even the

expression, stood beside them,

to fall silent

in pain, took a

expression.

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to laugh because he realized that his years of

in vain. Thankfully, she still knows to be grateful..

Shaffer, do you mind having scars?”

”

smile and looked up at him sternly. “Do

about such details?”

down his spine, the director looked somewhat awkward as he

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the doctors, “Puncture the blister first. Be quick.”

instructions from their leader, the doctors rushed out to prepare

tools.

and Isabella remained in the room.

a distance, still hesitant to approach Seth. She remembered the

feet felt glued to the ground as the

another step into the

had drained all

be heard, and

inside the room. Seth looked up, squinting at Isabella. “What

there for?”

clenched her teeth, unable to utter a

impatient. Then, he turned to