Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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.

“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!”

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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.