I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 469

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Chapter 469 Isabella avoided Seth's gaze and looked up at the large screen. “Nothing special. It's just a reminder to stay focused on my own work.” Seth furrowed his brow slightly, knowing that he wouldn't get much out of her.

“My grandpa has always been like this. There's no need to take his words to heart,” he said casually.

Isabella tugged at the corner of her mouth and took a deep breath, gazing up at the sky.

“I know.” What Spencer said was true, and she needed to reflect on her own actions “Do you want to stay a little longer, Seth?” Isabella asked proactively.

Seth didn’t appreciate her forced politeness. Being called “Seth” made him feel uncomfortable.

With the mood gone, the evening breeze was no longer as pleasant.

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“Get in the car.” > Isabella nodded and hurried to catch fi They drove back to the vicinity of the villa, passing by mBbers of the Shaffer Family from the main gate to the front yard.

She got out of the car in the backyard and thanked him.

He didn’t say anything, waiting for her to exit the car before glancing at the rearvie mirror.

In the mirror, Isabella was running back to the front yard. Her slender figure made him wonder if she would be blown away by a gust of wind.

He leaned against the car window in a daze until Jordan approached with a phone.

“Mr. Shaffer, it's a call from your father.” Seth frowned, took the phone, and glanced at the screen. It was indeed a call from Morgan.

He wasn’t surprised that Spencer was meddling, but he was a bit taken aback that Morgan was calling.

“It's me.” When Isabella returned to the front yard, Victoria was still cleaning up at the table.

Seeing her return, she worried that Isabella hadn't eaten dinner.

“Mom, I've already eaten.” Victoria wanted to say something but stopped, continuing to clean up as she spoke.

“Bella, is your boss, Mr. Shaffer, single?” Isabella paused, immediately on guard. “Yes.” “So he’s successful and still single. Is he waiting to marry a wealthy girl?” Victoria asked again.

Isabella was surprised. She didn’t expect Victoria to think of this.

Victoria put down what she was doing, pulled her to the couch, and sat down.

11 have feelings for him?” Isabella felt a chill and instinctively retorted, “Of course not!” “That's good.” Victoria sighed in relief and earnestly advised, “Bella, you don’t know.

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intrigues in wealthy families are terrifying. They can even harm their own family for money. We ordinary people should not get involved in these things, okay?” Isabella found it strange. Listening to Victoria talk about these things, it seemed as if she had experienced them before.

“Mom, you're overthinking. | can’t get involved in those things.” Victoria held her hand, suddenly looked up, and stared intently at her.

Isabella smiled. “Mom, what are you looking at?” “I'm sorry.” Her mother suddenly apologized, and Isabella felt a bit panicked.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” “Today, when | saw those people, | thought of you... you...” Victoria's words becincoherent, and she started crying as she spoke.

Isabella felt helpless. She could only hold her and softly comfort her, her mind in turmoil.

Victoria's illness wasn’t improving. She could only maintain her current state. Even if she settled for a mediocre life, it would be difficult to have a peaceful marriage.

Not many men would be able to accept a wife with a mentally ill mother. It would be a lifelong burden.

“Mom, | will take care of you for the rest of my life.” She didn’t know if she was comforting Victoria or giving herself a boost of courag the words left her mouth, her throat ached.

She felt exhausted, as if she was about to lose hold of the light.

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