Chapter 189

Seraphina didn’t linger in Leandro’s arms for long

The pain from the past suddenly resurfaced, and she could no longer run from it. She had to face it.

She had always been good at controlling her emotions.

She quickly pulled herself away from Leandro’s embrace, took a seat, and just stared at the big screen, letting the tears silently roll down her cheeks.

When Leandro reached out to her again, Seraphina calmly dodged him.

Leandro’s suit and shirt were still damp. It had only been a few hours, and because of Betty, she had lost control and cried twice.

But he knew it wasn’t enough.

The pain of loss couldn’t be released by crying twice.

After many photos and a few videos of Betty played on the big screen, Leandro hit the pause button.

Initially engrossed in the screen, Seraphina suddenly stopped and turned to look at Leandro.

Her eyes were full of undropped tears, filled with confusion and anticipation.

There was still hope, and that was good.

Leandro knew he couldn’t let the slideshow play to the end. If it did, it would mean Betty’s short life had ended.

As long as it didn’t finish, it meant they were still reminiscing, giving the illusion of hope, as if Betty was still alive.

self–deception, sometimes an illusion of hope was

it next time,” Leandro said slowly.

on a photo of Betty eating, her face smeared

It took her a while to murmur, “I want

gaze was cloudy yet distant. “Alright”

turning to leave once Seraphina looked

his retreating figure, Seraphina

Was this Leandro?

him before–not seven years

his own way

suddenly she heard Keen’s exclamation from outside, “Mr. Reynolds!”

the multimedia room closed, muffling

Seraphina stayed put

on the screen as if she were back in the past, back when she and

dark room, silently recalling those buried memories as

unknown amount of time, the door to the multimedia room opened again, and someone slowly walked over

head, Seraphina saw Conway.

After a while, he sighed lightly and said, “So this is Betty, such a beautiful little girl.”

tears

to look at her, reaching out to gently wipe

with her arm,

push any further. He looked back at the screen for a while before saying, “Modern

voice was a little hoarse as she responded

quality and hard to preserve. Like your grandmother, she only left a dozen photos, and two of them were damaged. Sometimes when I look at those photos, I don’t quite remember how she used to be, always smiling and playful.

gone, Seraphina said,

Think about the joy

her legs,

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