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.

hospital food was mostly flavorless, and her taste

eating all day. She

handle it and started to ache again. In

the night, she had to call the doctor twice and received a

he’s Seth Shaffer, but this

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

find

felt both

clenched her jaw, remaining silent and curled up

the pain to subside.

Wed, 3

70%

dare

the reverse flow of blood from the IV drip. So she stayed

the IV drip

needle, he rambled on and even

hidden

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Isabella pretended to be asleep in

pin-drop silence, with only

air-conditioning audible.

out a deep breath, releasing all her frustrations, and coaxed herself to

She didn’t know how long it had

serenity.

***

the old Shaffer

living room, the

Lara knelt on the floor with disheveled hair, looking pale from

crying.

couch with a teakwood frame, Spencer, dressed in an ironed

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sat with his back straight. He frowned, staring

complained, feeling frustrated and

in a strong voice,

an old man.

bodyguards outside glanced at each other, trying

In the end, the leader stepped forward helplessly. “Mr. Seth is

should be here soon.”

responded with a deep grunt, revealing none of his emotions. His

pursed, and every movement he made was a

of Seth’s.

not satisfied that Spencer didn’t lose his

something about this for me. Otherwise, I’ll be too embarrassed

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