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Chapter 463
Two weeks after his surgery, Leandro finally got the green light from the doctor to be discharged from the hospital.
The condition was that he still needed comprehensive monitoring, careful convalescence, and regular check-ups.
Although the conditions for discharge were stringent, for Leandro, who had been cooped up in the hospital for over
two weeks, getting out was worth any price.
Back at Reynolds Manor, the housemaid had already prepared a spread of comfort food, while Conway and Bruce
had been waiting at home since early morning.
Normally, the Reynolds household would be buzzing with excitement over Leandro’s return, but now the quiet was
almost palpable.
Fortunately, Leandro himself was a man of few words, never one for fanfare, so the subdued homecoming suited
him just fine. The Reynolds were a stoic bunch, and they took Leandro’s return in stride. Only the housemaid
clutched at his hand, her voice thick with emotion, “Thank heavens you’re home, the hospital bed has worn you to
a shadow-”
“Don’t worry,” Seraphina interjected, “He’s been living it up with room service and bed rest, he hasn’t lost an
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“Even the finest hospital food is no match for home cooking, the housemaid retorted, “Nothing beats being home
to eat well and rest well.”
At that, a shadow passed over Seraphina’s face, and she fell silent.
Leandro simply nodded and smiled, taking his seat at the dinner table.
After the meal, Seraphina went upstairs to arrange some personal items in Leandro’s room, while Bruce called
Leandro aside for a chat.
Leandro had anticipated this moment from the time he saw Bruce; sure enough, Bruce began, “I received your
mother’s divorce papers yesterday…”
Leandro was unfazed, merely acknowledging the news before asking, “Did you sign it?”
Bruce managed a bitter smile, “I’ve been awaiting this document for years, and now that it’s here, I’m not sure if I
should sign it.” “If you’re asking for my opinion, you should sign it,” Leandro said.
Hearing it, Bruce looked up at him.
Leandro continued, “Your hesitation and confusion stem from guilt and regret, emotions that will fade in time.
Honestly, this marriage hasn’t significantly impacted your life; signed or not, it likely means little to you. But my
mother has been bound by this marriage for over thirty years; it’s time she lived her own life.”
Bruce was taken aback by this, and after a long pause, he sighed, “All these years, you’ve blamed me, haven’t
you?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Leandro replied, “I never expected a happy ending… but this might be as good as it
gets.”
Bruce fell silent again, before nodding his head, “Alright, I understand. Take care of yourself. I’ll be going now.”
Leandro watched Bruce leave before making his way upstairs.
Valerio was in the midst of a lesson with a tutor Seraphina had hired for him, diligently practicing new Spanish
words, correcting his pronunciation with patient precision.
So absorbed was Valerio that he didn’t even notice Leandro pass by. Leandro listened for a bit before retiring to his
own bedroom.
Inside, he found Seraphina, who had claimed to be tidying up, sprawled on the bed scrolling through her phone. At
the sound of Leandro’s entrance, she sat up and glanced at him, “You finished talking with Dad that quickly?”
There wasn’t much to talk about,” Leandro said.
Seraphina stood up, grabbing pajamas for him, “You planning on getting some rest?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeandro shrugged off his jacket, “I want to take a shower.”
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, “But your wounds can’t get wet.”
“I can wrap them up,” he replied.
“Your hands work, your feet work, handle it yourself,” Seraphina teased. “Everything you need is in the bathroom,
I’m off to check on Valerio’s lesson!”
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As she made to leave, Leandro caught her arm. Although he was still weak, his grip was enough to pull her into the
bathroom and shut the door with a “bang.”
After a Herculean effort to help Leandro bathe without getting his wounds wet, Seraphina found herself drenched
and had to take a shower herself.
Emerging from the bathroom with damp hair, she found Leandro lounging on the bed with her phone in hand.
She quickly snatched it back, “Don’t touch my phone!”
“What’s there can’t be seen?” Leandro asked.
“What if someone confessed their love to me and you saw it? That would be tragic,” she retorted. “I don’t snoop
through your phone, so stay away from mine.”
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