Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 455

Eight years ago, Seraphina could still conjure up an image of Leandro as a child, all wide-eyed and innocent. But nowadays, the very thought seemed like a page torn from an ancient fairytale.

Would Leandro even know how to be childlike anymore?

Seraphina, skeptical as ever, led her son Valerio through the hospital doors, only to have her mood sour at the sight that greeted them.

There, by Leandro’s bedside, stood Keen, stooped slightly, whispering something with a hushed urgency.

Leandro listened, his gaze heavy and detached, the very picture of adult reserve. Where was the trace of that childlike spirit now?

As the door creaked open, both men turned to see Seraphina and Valerio.

Keen, caught mid-conversation about matters he deemed pressing, halted abruptly, his words choked off by the sight of Seraphina’s stormy expression. “Daddy!” Valerio, spotting Leandro, dashed to his side, scanning him from head to toe with a mix of excitement and concern. His eyes, tinged red, looked up at his father.

“Did your mom bring you here?” Leandro managed a smile, reaching out to caress Valerio’s reddened eyes. “Miss me?”

Trying to stifle his tears, Valerio nodded.

Leandro glanced at Seraphina before turning back to his son. “Alright, then you’ll stay with me all night, okay?”

“Does it hurt, Daddy?” Valerio’s gaze fell on the IV in Leandro’s hand, his voice laced with worry.

As father and son began to catch up, Seraphina’s attention shifted to Keen, who seemed to shiver under her gaze, contemplating a quick escape. Yet before he could excuse himself, Seraphina motioned him over with a finger, “You, with me.”

pleading, sought Leandro for rescue, but Leandro,

sinking heart, Keen followed Seraphina out.

were you telling him?” Seraphina demanded, arms folded, the moment they were

Mr. Reynolds on the

think now’s the time for

Reynolds has been at the helm of the Reynolds Group for years.

you thought it best to bombard him with this the day

asked for the update-“Keen protested.

Seraphina’s tone was sharp. “Don’t you think

Mr. Reynolds’ personal assistant, I’m to follow

his gaze shifting from the formidable Seraphina

and after a brief stare-down, turned back to Keen, “Just

so-called “Iron Lady,”

go of the Reynolds Group, huh? Shall I have you discharged tomorrow so you can get back to ruling

caught the tail end of the exchange, his surprise evident as he glanced from Seraphina to Leandro.

ever the picture of composure, cleared his throat before explaining, “Keen was

Since you’re so concerned, why not have Keen bring all the unfinished paperwork here? Move the boardroom to this

irate, was struck mute,

with Valerio, the epitome of

reassure your mom that Leandro