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.”

rescue, but Leandro, engrossed

heart, Keen

were you telling him?” Seraphina demanded, arms folded,

Mr. Reynolds on the

think now’s the time for that?” asked Seraphina.

at the helm of the Reynolds Group for years. He can’t just let go overnight…”

you thought it best to bombard him with this the day after

for the

tone was sharp. “Don’t you think for yourself?”

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

out, his gaze shifting from the formidable Seraphina to the dejected

calm gaze through the slightly ajar door, and after a brief stare-down, turned back to Keen, “Just

by the so-called “Iron Lady,”

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

the tail end of the exchange, his surprise evident as he glanced from

ever the picture of composure, cleared his throat before explaining,

Reynolds Group, isn’t it? Since you’re so concerned, why not have Keen bring all the unfinished paperwork here? Move

who had never seen Seraphina this irate, was struck

wordless look with Valerio, the epitome of a “whipped

reassure your mom that