I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 292

Isabella didn’t lie to Seth; she did have a solution, but it was one that Seth found

difficult to accept.

After waiting by the roadside for 20 minutes, Seth began to sweat profusely. Beads of

sweat formed on his forehead, and his face started to darken.

He was on the verge of exploding, but Isabella remained calm. She even took the time

to open a bottle of imported milk and enjoyed the shade under a tree.

Suddenly, Isabella’s eyes lit up. She stood up and waved towards the distance, saying,

“Uncle!”

As Seth followed her gesture, his breath hitched, and his temples throbbed.

Under the scorching sun, a tractor was approaching from afar, leaving a trail of black

smoke and splashing mud. The sight alone made Seth stand up.

Isabella shouted enthusiastically, and the tractor stopped in front of them. The driver

was an old man, probably around 70 years old.

“Girl, are you calling me?”

Isabella approached with a box of milk and claimed they were tourists wanting to visit

the village.

he glanced

Mrs. Klinton, aren’t you?”

little different, and his sudden mention of “Mrs.” left

Isabella confused.

corrected him lightly,

with a laugh. She tried to give

money, but

take you there. That old

and they

Turned away…

to look at Seth, who was staring at

expression, but he showed

out of the car

the small compartment as he invited Isabella and Seth

get in.

was half-filled with goods, and Isabella could see chicken

a recent delivery of

and she intuitively knew

old man was about to finish loading the luggage, Seth glared at

eyes expressed a determination to die rather than give

smile as she walked over to Seth and whispered, “We’ve

want to go back

back now. He had come

it seemed that even if his father and grandfather were here, the

would be

been influenced by Isabella. His

him into this predicament.

Get

The Retribution Begins