Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 444

Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat when Keen’s words sunk in, her mind freezing for a few seconds before it began to sluggishly turn again.

Keen had said that Leandro had been stabbed by Gloria. Where was he wounded? Was it serious?

Gloria always doted on Leandro, so how could she have harmed him?

A whirlwind of questions surged in Seraphina’s mind, but at that moment, she couldn’t voice a single one.

Clutching the phone tightly, it took her a moment before she could say, “Send me the address. I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, Conway looked at her, concerned while asking. “What’s wrong?”

“He told me to go find him,” Seraphina replied with a calmness that didn’t reach her eyes, her tone laced with annoyance. “God knows what tricks he’s pulling now.”

Conway raised an eyebrow. “Go. Cherish it when a man still wants to show off for you.”

Seraphina shot Conway a sharp glance before heading for the door.

“I wanna go!” Valerio suddenly piped up.

“Stay and eat your dinner!” Seraphina didn’t even turn back. “If I hear you haven’t eaten properly, I’ll give you a whooping!”

Valerio’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, while Conway watched Seraphina’s retreating figure, words failing him.

The house keeper stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see her leaving in a hurry. “You’re just going to leave like that? Not even taking a coat or your purse?”

Seraphina paused, seemingly snapping back to reality, and hurried upstairs.

“What’s gotten into her?” She muttered, watching Seraphina’s hasty retreat. “A phone call and she’s all out of sorts?”

Conway frowned slightly but remained silent.

Soon after, Seraphina re-emerged, clad in a coat and clutching her purse, leaving behind a brisk “I’ll be back,” before vanishing out the door.

Valerio watched her leave with longing eyes, receiving not even a backward glance, his sense of hurt deepening.

Conway sighed softly, ruffling Valerio’s hair. “Your mom has important things to handle. Let her go and do her business, then she’ll come back and spend time with you.”

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Seraphina drove off, the silence in the car deafening. She was familiar with the driver, and they used to chat with a lot, now the driver respected her quiet and focused on the road.

Just then, a blaring ambulance siren suddenly came from behind. Amidst the congested traffic, numerous vehicles swiftly pulled over to make way, creating a clear and unobstructed path for the ambulance.

Seraphina watched the flashing lights pass by, unable to tear her gaze away even though she knew Leandro wouldn’t be in that ambulance.

Once the ambulance had disappeared, Seraphina grabbed her phone and stepped out of the car. “I’ll take the subway.”

“But ma’am” The driver could only get those words out before Seraphina was already crossing the street toward the subway entrance, followed closely by two bodyguards.

Twenty minutes later, Seraphina arrived at the hospital where Leandro was taken. She saw Bruce and Keen near the emergency room, both splattered with blood, their faces ashen.

Seraphina approached stiffly, examining both men before speaking.

“Sera…” Bruce’s voice was hoarse as he spotted her first.

Keen, looking dazed, lifted his head and met her eyes.

Seraphina’s throat felt dry. She scanned them again before asking, “Whose blood is this?”

Bruce quickly looked away.

Keen seemed frozen for a moment before he finally answered, “It’s… Mr. Reynolds…”

Just then, the emergency room doors swung open, and a doctor rushed out. He addressed Bruce, “His spleen is damaged, major blood vessels too. He needs surgery immediately. I need to prepare-”

Bruce grabbed the doctor’s arm. “Tell me the truth, how risky is it?”

The doctor paused, then spoke softly, “Chances of recovery are fifty-fifty at best. You should be prepared for any outcome.”

On hearing it, Bruce turned pale.

Standing quietly nearby, Seraphina’s gaze lingered on the blood on Bruce’s sleeve.

Keen, looking defeated but trying to muster some strength, moved closer to Seraphina. “Ma’am, Mr. Reynolds will make it through…”

“I’m not worried,” Seraphina finally said after a pause. “He’s been through worse, hasn’t he? Always pulls through. He’s a fighter. He won’t give in that easily-”

Hearing Seraphina’s words, Bruce covered his face, his pain evident.

Seraphina gave him another look before turning to Keen. “Tell me, what exactly happened?”

Keen glanced at Bruce, his voice barely above a whisper, “We went to visit Gloria. She’s been terribly upset, and Mr. Reynolds and I had just arrived… It was complete chaos, and she had a knife. When Mr. Reynolds tried to intervene, she lost control and… the knife ended up in his abdomen.”

Bruce, despite the soft tones, heard every word, and in that moment, he seemed to sink deeper into despair, closing his eyes tightly.

Seraphina, having listened to the account, remained silent for a long stretch.

“Ma’am?” Keen ventured tentatively.

Finally, Seraphina let out a bitter laugh.

“Her again… it’s always her…” she spoke with a chilling clarity, “What does she want, really? First, she injured Valerio, and now her own son-Does she need to drag the whole world down in mourning for her wretched marriage before she’s satisfied?!”

After her outburst, Seraphina fell silent for a moment, then suddenly turned and strode towards the door.