I Quit, Mr. Shaffer

Isabella gasped, and her face contorted. She bent over and curled up. The bunny girls were shocked. They exchanged a look, their heads sobering up. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Stop faking. We didn’t do anything.” 

Kiki was a little panicked too. She frowned and pushed Isabella again. “Hey, stop it.” 

Isabella couldn’t hold it anymore. After Kiki pushed her again, her legs gave out, and she fell sideways. The frightened bunny girls moved backward. 

Gordon and Tyrone came down to get breakfast, but they were met with an unconscious person lying across the corridor. “What are you doing?” Gordon could see that it was Isabella. So, he charged ahead without thinking and pushed the girls away. Then, he picked Isabella up. “Isabella! How are you feeling?” 

Isabella was shivering all over as she whispered, “It hurts…” 

Gordon’s eyes were bloodshot from him staying up all night. After Isabella’s quiet moan, he felt anger flaring up within him. He held Isabella in his arms and turned around to kick Kiki. “Damn you!” 

The bunny girls were scared. Although Kiki knew that the blow would be bad, she didn’t dare dodge it. As a result, she soon found herself leaning against the wall for support due to the kick. Still, she was too scared to do anything but that. 

Gordon was about to attack her again, but Tyrone stopped him. “Ignore them. Take her to the infirmary.” 

Gordon stopped immediately and strode away with Isabella in his arms. Isabella was tense as she clenched her teeth, enduring the excruciating agony. Her brain was mush, and her pain sensory nerves were on fire.

She had no idea where Gordon was taking her. Still, when she tasted the scent of antiseptic, she sobered up a little. Just my luck. Third doctor’s visit this month. 

“Acute gastroenteritis. Two doses of IV infusion for now, and we’ll see what happens next.” 

She could hear the doctor speaking, and then Gordon and Tyrone asked questions. Isabella curled up to soothe the pain a little. After a while, she could feel someone gently tugging her hand. Yet, she remained in a fetal position, refusing to budge. 

“IV infusion, Isabella.” Gordon patted her arm. 

“Yeah…” Isabella snapped out of it and extended her hand. She couldn’t even feel the prick. All her attention was on her belly. 

In a daze, she thought she heard Seth’s icy voice playing in her head. It was something he said in the past. Everything that fell from his lips was always venomous and cold. Isabella said, “The b*stard…” 

Gordon was right beside her, but he didn’t hear her clearly. When he huddled closer to hear her better, she wasn’t talking anymore. 

Seth was tormented by the meds for a whole night, but he kept his shouts in, or that woman would argue with him. He drifted to sleep right before dawn. In a daze, he heard something, but when he opened his eyes once more, it was already nearly 9.00AM. 

“You’re awake,” said someone gently. Not Isabella, of course. Even when she was in a good mood, she would only talk monotonously. She sounded awful even then. He turned around, and everything was getting clearer. Then, he saw who was standing beside the bed. “Why are you here?” 

“It’s nine. I couldn’t just leave you alone, so I’ve been here all this time.” Selena looked worse for wear. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she was holding a glass of water. Then, she asked tentatively, “Should I wet your mouth with some Q-tips?” 

Seth frowned as he said coolly, “How long have you been here?” 

“Three hours, maybe four.” Selena put the glass of water down, and she said nothing more. 

Seth looked outside the bedroom, his face deadpan. 

Selena looked in the direction he was looking at, and she said, “Isabella left a while ago. Urgent business.” 

Seth chortled. He looked dismissive. “She’s just a salesgirl. Nothing in her life is urgent.” 

Selena smiled, looking gentle and sweet as she defended Isabella, 

“Salespeople are busy. They have to deal with all sorts of customers. She has it hard.” 

Seth closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He didn’t want to talk about Isabella anymore. 

Selena remained standing beside his bed, staring at his face like she was worshipping a work of art. She was careful even when she was breathing. 

Selena eventually bit her lip and clenched her fists. She had made up her mind about something.