I Quit, Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons )
I Quit Mr. Shaffer ( Isabella Symons ) Chapter 431

Chapter 431

“The wound has reopened. Fortunately, there’s no infection. The primary concern is

blood loss, so he must avoid excessive exertion.”

As she stood by the side, Isabella couldn’t help but ask the doctor, “Are you sure?”

She wondered as she observed Seth, who appeared on the verge of death. Is the doctor

certain that all Seth needs is rest?

The doctor pushed up his glasses and emphasized once again, “There’s no need to

worry too much.”

Isabella glanced at Seth on the bed and fell silent.

After the doctor left, both Henry and Jordan disappeared.

She sat down, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

With each passing chaotic day, she found it increasingly difficult to endure.

Seth, under sedation, drifted into a deep sleep. Nevertheless, the phone downstairs

persistently rang without stopping.

Ariana, in particular, proved to be exceptionally perceptive, quickly sensing that

something was wrong, leading her to make repeated calls.

Henry brought the phone to Isabella several times, but she kept rejecting the calls.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore and answered.

“Ms. Years, do you have something in mind for Mr. Shaffer? He’s busy with me at the

moment, and he doesn’t have time for your nonsense. With so many vice presidents in

the company, why must you bother him?”

She launched a barrage of verbal attacks, denying Ariana any chance to retort.

Suddenly, she ended the call, leaving Henry dumbfounded.

“Miss Symons?”

Isabella massaged her temples. “Let’s leave it at that for now.”

She had been tense all morning and was on the verge of exploding. She didn’t want to

adhere to any of her usual conservative principles.

Once Henry left, she collapsed onto the couch, closing her eyes from exhaustion.

The room was quiet, making it easy to fall asleep.

Isabella was awakened by the ringing of her phone. She squinted and looked arou

replaceing Seth still lying quietly on the bed.

She let out a sigh of relief and turned to replace her phone.

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In a daze, she answered the phone and heard the voice of the woman on the other end.

“Bella, where are you?”

It was Natasha’s voice, clearly sniffling.

Isabella jolted awake. “Natasha, what’s wrong?”

“I’m at a bar on Brusell Road. Can you come replace me?”.

Without thinking, Isabella agreed, “Wait for me. I’ll be right there.”

She had a hunch that something had happened. If something could make Natasha cry,

it was definitely not a small matter.

She grabbed her coat and took a look at Seth After a brief moment, she went over to

check his breathing.

Hmm, he’s still alive.

Feeling reassured, she turned and left.

Once she stepped outside, she realized that it was already dusk.

She drove Seth’s car and quickly headed toward Brusell Road.

The bar Natasha mentioned was considered high-end in the area. Although it couldn’t

compare to Goldland Lounge, it was still a bustling place.

As soon as Isabella entered the bar, she saw Natasha surrounded by a group of young

men, boisterously playing dice.

She shooed everyone away and found Natasha with her head down, making it hard to

tell if she was drunk.

“Natasha,” she called out.

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Natasha slowly lifted her head.

“Your face!” Isabella widened her eyes, her gaze falling on Natasha’s left cheek..

Near her eye, there was a large red and swollen area with scratches. Upon closer

inspection, there were bloodshot veins in her left eye.

Natasha propped up her chin. “Yeah, I got hit.

Isabella’s first reaction was Dariel. “How dare he hit you?”

Natasha laughed and flipped her hair. “If he hit me, I’d kill him.”

Isabella was puzzled. If it isn’t Dariel, who else would have the audacity to lay a hand

Natasha with such intensity?

“She went to Princeton to search for him, and I couldn’t restrain myself. I pulled her

away from the bed.”