Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 184

In the wee hours of the second day, before the break of dawn, a car sped into Reynolds Manor.

Suddenly, there was a racket upstairs and downstairs.

“Leandro Leandro Get your ass out here!”

Billy Reynolds was banging on Leandro’s bedroom door, but there was no response.

In Conway’s room, Seraphina, who had been up all night, perked up at the noise and realized that

Conway had also been startled awake.

“Grandpa, stay put. Let me check what’s going on. Seraphina soothed Conway, then got up.

She had barely reached the door when it was pushed open from outside, and Billy strode in

Billy didn’t look too pleased to see Seraphina behind the door. He walked over to Conway’s bed and

said, “Dad, you need to do something about Leandro! Ferne is your granddaughter too, what’s wrong

with her being a little stubborn? She doesn’t belong to such places, does she?”

Conway, just waking up and feeling a slight headache, didn’t speak until Seraphina had adjusted his

pillow. Then she turned to Billy and said. “Calm down, spill it out slowly.”

Billy glanced at her before continuing, “Dad, Ferne is your blood granddaughter. You can’t neglect her

for an outsider, can you?”

“What are you talking about?” Conway asked, frowning.

“Leandro wants to ship Ferne off to the Bahamas Billy was frantic and furious. “Does he call the shots

in the Reynolds family? Does he do as he pleases?”

Leandro’s voice came from the doorway before he even finished his sentence. “Who do you think

should call the shots, then?”

Leandro, fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a black bathrobe, looked more imposing than ever.

‘Ferne is your cousin!” Billy was enraged. “Even if she made a mistake, she did it for your sake! How

can you be so autocratic?”

Leandro sneered at Billy’s accusation “Right, I am autocratic. If you think it’s not right for Ferne to go to

the Bahamas alone, you can go with her.”

Billy was left speechless by Leandro’s retort. He turned to Conway, saying, “Dad, look at him! Look at

the nonsense he’s spouting!”

Conway, with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, slowly opened his eyes after hearing this. He

glanced at Billy, then at Seraphina.

Seraphina, sitting on the couch and twiddling her thumbs, acted as if the Reynolds family’s problems

were not her business.

Seeing this, Conway slowly said, “Leandro, Ferne did wrong, but she meant no harm. Sending her to

the Bahamas is too harsh.”

“No.” Leandro cut him off before he could finish.

“You’re not even listening to your Grandpa?” Billy turned to Leandro. “Do you think you’re some kind of

King?”

“Whether I’m a King or not is not important.” Leandro spoke in a cold, low voice. “Instead of bothering

Grandpa here, you might as well rush to the airport. Maybe you can still see Ferne off

Billy’s face changed at his words, but before he could say anything, he forcefully pushed past Leandro

and bolted out of the room.

Leandro then walked up to Conway’s bed, adjusting his pillow and blanket. “It’s still early, get some

more sleep”

Conway had been hands–off with the company’s affairs in recent years, and usually, Leandro would

listen to whatever he said. But today, for the first time. Leandro disagreed with him.

Conway sighed softly but didn’t say anything more.

Leandro sat there for a moment before saying, “I’m going to Moonhaven today. If you don’t want to be

disturbed, I’ll instruct the bodyguards not to let

anyone in.”

“Why are you suddenly going to Moonhaven?” Conway asked.

“I need to sign some documents for a project, Leandro replied. “I’ll be back in two days at most.”

Conway nodded

Leandro glanced at Seraphina, but she was still engrossed in twiddling her thumbs, not even raising

her head.

“I’m heading to the airport now.” Leandro said. “Rest well.”

Without giving Seraphina another look, Leandro left the room.

Soon after, Keen’s voice could be heard in the room, followed by the sound of luggage being dragged.

All the noises gradually faded away.

Leandro was gone.

Conway, who had been lying quietly, turned to Seraphina and said, “Sera.”

Seraphina immediately looked up, smiling at him. “Yes?”

Conway reached out his hand to her. Seraphina walked up and held his hand “Grandpa, what’s

wrong?”

“Everything I told you last night was true, Conway slowly said. “I understand that the hardships you’ve

endured in the past can’t be erased with simple words. You don’t have to force yourself on me. If you

really can’t forgive Leandro, then let it be. If you don’t truly want to marry Leandro, then call off the

wedding. I just want you to be happy. As long as you’re happy, I’m at ease.”

Seraphina held Conway’s hand tightly and listened quietly.

“Grandpa, do you know” She said with a smile, “You’re the best Grandpa in the world”

Twenty hours later, Starhaven, Moonhaven

Leandro didn’t stick around longer than necessary. After getting off the plane, he went directly to the

signing, and an hour later, he hopped back in the car To go to the airport.

This kind of whirlwind trip was exhausting. If the traffic was smooth, it would be okay, but unfortunately,

they got stuck in a jam on the way to the airport. The car had been at a standstill for a while now, and

Keen, sitting in the passenger seat, started to get antsy. He was worried that Leandro would get

impatient, so he couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him.

To his surprise, Leandro wasn’t looking at documents or checking the traffic situation. He was just

quietly staring out of the window, seemingly lost in

thought.

Keen followed his gaze. There was a square nearby, there were not many people around; a flock of

pigeons were pecking at the ground, and a little girl about three or four years old was carefully

scattering bird feed around. She was so innocent and kind.

Keen watched for a while, then suddenly something clicked in his mind.

Leandro must be thinking about Seraphina’s child, he thought.

He always thought that his boss was cold and logical to the point of being robotic, but it seemed that

wasn’t entirely the case.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard Leandro’s voice from the back seat: “To Velvetwood.”

Keen was taken aback, but before he could react, he quickly responded.

In the northeastern part of Velvetwood, near the suburbs, there was a small cemetery.

When the car pulled into the parking lot, Keen got out and carefully glanced at Leandro. “Mr. Reynolds,

should I go with you?”

“No need,” Leandro replied.

Keen didn’t dare to say more, he just silently nodded and stepped back.

Leandro, holding a bouquet of daisies, walked into the cemetery alone.

It wasn’t a big cemetery, and he walked past one tombstone after another, seeing name after name,

until he stopped at a tombstone in the northwest

corner.

There was a photo that he knew very well: a round face with a bright smile.

Next to the photo was her name, Elizabeth Bennett.

Her full name was Elizabeth.

Leandro stood in front of the tombstone for a while, then bent down and laid the daisies.

Then he squatted in front of the grave and gently touched the little face in the photo.

He had always believed that there was nothing he couldn’t do if he set his mind to it.

But facing this cold tombstone, he felt powerless for the first time.

There was a lot of regret and a lot of guilt, but nowhere to express it or make up for it.

These regrets and guilt stayed in the past, silently running through his life, becoming an unfillable void.

“Betty,” he whispered her name, and after a long while, he spoke again. “I’m your dad.

I’m sorry, Daddy is late.”

When Sandra walked into the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers, she saw two bodyguards standing at

the entrance.

The bodyguards eyed her warily, but Sandra ignored them and walked in.

The cemetery was small, and she could see the end at a glance. As soon as she entered, she saw the

only person in the cemetery.

The person was squatting in front of Betty’s grave. She could only see his back, but given the sudden

appearance and the big commotion, she could only think of one person.

Sandra came up to the grave with her flowers.

Hearing the footsteps, Leandro finally reacted and turned to see her slowly standing up.

Sandra glanced at the daisies Leandro had put down, then placed her flowers next to them.

Seeing Leandro, she felt like she had a lot to say, as if the words were on the tip of her tongue. But

after she put down the flowers, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.

They stood quietly in front of the tombstone for a long time until Leandro spoke softly: “She was a good

girl, wasn’t she?”

Sandra’s throat tightened, and after a while, she said. “Yes, she was very good and obedient. The

nanny who helped take care of her said that Betty was the best child she had ever looked after She

rarely cried and never threw tantrums. Sera was busy with her studies at the time and didn’t have much

time to spend with her, but she was very attached to her. Even if Sera was busy, she would still quietly

play by her side”

Leandro listened quietly, imagining through her words the scene of Betty sitting next to Seraphina,

quietly waiting for her mother to give her a hug.

However, her expectations should not have been limited to her mother.