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, engrossed with Valerio, paid him no heed.

a sinking heart, Keen followed Seraphina

arms folded,

was just… updating Mr. Reynolds on the

the time for that?” asked Seraphina.

has been at the helm of the Reynolds Group for years. He can’t just let go

thought it best to bombard him

for the

you just do whatever he says?” Seraphina’s tone was sharp. “Don’t you think for

silent, then finally admitted, “As Mr. Reynolds’ personal assistant, I’m to follow his instructions

peered out, his gaze shifting from the formidable Seraphina to the dejected Keen.

Leandro’s calm gaze through the slightly ajar door, and after a brief stare-down, turned back to Keen, “Just remember, weigh your

“Iron Lady,” made a

go of the Reynolds

exchange, his

of composure, cleared his throat before explaining, “Keen was only briefing me on the

the Reynolds Group, isn’t it? Since you’re so concerned, why not have Keen bring all the unfinished paperwork here? Move the boardroom to this hospital room, summon all the execs, and you can run the show from your sickbed.

struck mute, looking between his parents

look with Valerio, the epitome of a “whipped man.” The tension was

your mom that Leandro will not repeat his mistake. Ask her not to remain