Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 126

Her left cheek was a bit swollen, and though her forehead had stopped bleeding, the wound was still

clearly visible.

She looked a bit of a mess, but with a sly smile, she still managed to exude a captivating beauty.

This scene seemed oddly familiar.

Eight years ago to the day, he had come home late at night. Just as he entered the living room, he

caught a glimpse of her hastily retreating upstairs.

She clearly heard him come in but hurriedly avoided him that was unusual.

Leandro went upstairs and walked to her bedroom door. With a gentle push, the door swung open.

But her room was empty. Leandro slowly made his way to the bathroom, spotting her curled up in the

bathtub.

Her eyes were red and swollen – a clear sign she’d been crying. She seemed to be holding back tears

at that moment. When she saw him, she startled, quickly wiped her eyes and put on a smile, “You’re

back, huh?”

Back then, she wasn’t as adept at controlling her expression as she was now. She clearly wanted to cry

but forced herself to smile at him. But as soon as her expression changed, the tears fell.

He walked over to the bathtub, used his finger to wipe away her tears, and asked softly, “What’s

wrong?”

People who are heartbroken aren’t afraid of others‘ concern. Her lips started to tremble, and tears

began to pour uncontrollably.

“I miss my dad…” she said.

During all these years in the Reynolds family, she was always quiet and well–behaved, never

mentioning her own parents.

Perhaps because everyone treated her as if she was an orphan, so the Reynolds family thought it was

only natural. No one cared about what she might be missing outside of the Reynolds family.

But perhaps every child under someone else’s roof long for a real home.

The Reynolds family was not her home, never was.

When Leandro snapped back to reality, Seraphina had already picked up her utensils and was ready to

eat.

She didn’t look at him, just said, “Normally, I’d be happy to have you here, but today, I’d rather you not

stay. I just want to eat this meal in peace, okay?”

“I didn’t stop you from eating.” Leandro replied.

Upon hearing this, Seraphina let out a sigh, then ignored him and began to eat alone.

The food on the table had been sitting out for a while, most of it was cold, but she didn’t seem to care.

She tasted every dish and

ate a lot.

Leandro watched as she single–handedly polished off half the food on the table, his eyebrows

furrowing.

But the next moment, Seraphina had a reaction.

She was happily eating but suddenly put down her fork. Then, a wave of nausea hit her, and she ran

into the bathroom.

Next, Leandro heard the sound of her violently throwing up.

He sat there, his eyes full of concern. It wasn’t until he heard a thud that he quickly stood up and

opened the bathroom door. Seraphina was curled up on the floor, unconscious.

When Keen received the diagnosis of Seraphina’s high fever of 104°F and acute gastroenteritis, he fell

extremely guilty.

He hurried into the hospital room and handed the report to Leandro, who was sitting by the bed.

“I really didn’t notice she was feeling unwell, Keen said. “Otherwise, I would have taken her to the

hospital right away.”

Leandro was looking at the report and didn’t respond.

Not only had Keen not noticed that she was unwell, but even Leandro, who had seen her collapse with

his own eyes, doubted that this was another one of her acts.

But now, she was genuinely lying in the hospital bed, breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed. This was

not something she could

fake.

What’s more, he already had the hospital report in his hands.

Looking at the motionless Seraphina, Keen couldn’t help but sigh: He was used to seeing Seraphina’s

flamboyant personality. Now seeing her lying there quietly, with her swollen cheeks, a wound on her

forehead, and suffering from both fever and gastroenteritis, he felt particularly heartbroken.

Coming back to his senses, Keen added, “The doctor said she needs to be hospitalized for two days.

I’ll go prepare some necessities for Ms. Bennett.”

Leandro heard this and didn’t respond.

As Keen was about to leave the hospital room, Leandro suddenly called him back, “Find out which

hotel Magdalen is staying at.”

In the restaurant on the 25th floor of the hotel, Magdalen sat by the window alone. The bottle of red

wine in front of her was almost empty, and the accompanying appetizers had barely been touched.

When Leandro approached her, Magdalen was staring at the night view outside, her face

expressionless.

Leandro sat down across from her. Magdalen turned her head, looked at him, seemed surprised, then

offered a charming smile, “Are you buying me a drink?”

“Ms. Magdalen,” he began, “I’m Leandro.”

Magdalen looked at him for a while, as if just remembering who he was. After a moment of silence, she

laughed, “So it’s you!”

In fact, Magdalen was only 12 years older than Leandro. When Leandro was a kid, Magdalen was still

in the Reynolds family. Their relationship wasn’t close, but they were originally family. Later, Magdalen

grew up, became a beautiful woman, attracted many admirers, and also provoked many years of

contention between Bruce and Gloria. Then Magdalen left home. Young Leandro heard adults say she

had eloped with a man, but he didn’t understand what eloping meant. All he knew was that Magdalen

had disappeared. Years later, Seraphina was sent to their home, and Magdalen boarded a plane to

Starhaven. It was said that as soon as she arrived in Starhaven, she married Samuel, and she has

lived in Starhaven ever since, never returning home.

“Why are you here?” Magdalen looked at him. “Did you come to find me on purpose?”

“Seraphina had a car accident today,” Leandro said.

Magdalen’s gaze faltered slightly, but her face didn’t show much change.

“She’s in the hospital now,” Leandro said, “I think, as her mother, you should know that.”

Magdalen stayed silent for a moment, then laughed, looking at him, “She’s not gonna kick the bucket,

is she?”

Leandro just looked at her, not answering.

“As long as she doesn’t croak, it’s all good, right?” Magdalen shrugged helplessly, “Did you really need

to come here personally to tell me this?”

“Seems like even if she did kick the bucket, you wouldn’t give a damn, would you?”

Magdalen took a sip from her wine glass, then said, “I really don’t give a hoot, but why do you seem to

care so much? What’s your deal with her? Could it be… you have the hots for her?”

Without waiting for Leandro’s response, she laughed as if she already knew the answer, saying. “Do all

the men in the Reynolds family have a thing for the little girls they raise at home? Though, I reckon

you’re not really that into her. When she got booted out of the Reynolds family, I don’t recall anyone

stepping up to bat for her.”