Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Magdalen’s face shifted, furrowing her brows at Conway, “Don’t talk like that. Look at how happy your life is now, with your grandkids and great-grandkid… If you want to see me, just give me a call and I’ll swing by. Otherwise, I won’t bother you, don’t want to get on your nerves.”

Conway chuckled and patted his chair, “Are you trying to wind me up?”

Before Magdalen could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs. She turned to see Leandro leading Seraphina down the steps.

Seraphina, walking beside Leandro, glanced at Magdalen and quickly composed herself, striding forward with a calm demeanor.

Leandro merely nodded at Magdalen and Terrence, offering no greetings.

Given the relationship between Seraphina and Magdalen, it was difficult for Leandro to treat Magdalen like his real mother after the marriage.

Seraphina remained as obedient as ever, softly calling out, “Mom.”

Magdalen only gave a faint nod without any expression, not bothering to introduce Terrence.

Seraphina looked at Terrence and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Seraphina.”

“Hi,” Terrence smiled and nodded, “I’m Terrence.”

“I know you,” Seraphina said, “You’re doing great in business and you’re a philanthropist.”

“I’m flattered.” Terrence replied, “How can I match Leandro in terms of success?” Seraphina shared a glance with Leandro and smiled without saying anything else.

The breakfast was a bit awkward between Seraphina and Magdalen, but thankfully, the three men dominated most of the conversation, making the atmosphere lively rather than silent.

Seraphina, however, was unusually quiet. Even Conway noticed her off mood, “Sera, are you feeling all right today?”

“No,” Seraphina replied, pausing before standing up abruptly, “Excuse me, I need to make a call. I’m gonna go up first.”

Leandro, sitting beside her, showed no reaction to her sudden move.

This wasn’t part of their original plan.

She was supposed to sit quietly at the table, waiting for the arranged nanny to bring down Jasmine’s drawing from upstairs.

But now… she seemed to be wavering.

Indeed, Seraphina was wavering.

Facing Magdalen now, she found it impossible to bring out the painting and test her reaction.

It didn’t feel like-a-test, it felt more like a threat.

Despite having no expectations of Magdalen, she didn’t want to make such a threatening move.

Seraphina turned to head upstairs, but it was too late.

Before she could reach the stairs, the nanny had already brought down her drawing from upstairs.

“Seraphina, didn’t you say you wanted to take this painting back to your gallery?” The nanny asked, “You said not to forget it, but then you just left it lying around. I’ll bring it to the door for you.”

Seraphina quickly walked over, “It’s okay, I got it.”

“No need,” the nanny insisted, “I can handle it. Should I get the driver to put it directly into the car?”

Seraphina paused before replying, “Sure.”

To get to the courtyard from here, she wouldn’t need to pass through the dining room. Magdalen shouldn’t see the painting.

Seraphina glanced towards Magdalen, who was engrossed in her meal, not looking their way.

The nanny strode towards the door with the painting, but then Terrence interjected, “I heard you’re running a gallery. Seems like you’re really putting your heart into it?”

“Of course,” Leandro responded, “The gallery mainly collects works by Seraphina’s father. That painting is one of them.”

At these words, Séraphina froze, looking up at Leandro.

Leandro didn’t look her way, as if he’d just made a casual comment.

Magdalen’s grip on her cup tightened and Terrence’s interest was piqued, “May I see the painting?”

Leandro then turned to Seraphina, who was also looking at him.

They stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds before Seraphina reluctantly let the nanny bring the painting to the table.

When the painting was presented, everyone but Magdalen looked up. It was only after Terrence praised, “This painting is very elegant.”

Hearing this, Magdalen raised her head to look at the painting, her eyes flickering with obvious shock and pain.

Her shock and pain soon turned into anger.

She suddenly stood up, glaring furiously at Seraphina, “Where did you get this painting?”

Seraphina watched her quietly before calmly responding, “A friend brought it back from abroad.”

She expected Magdalen to say something more, but Magdalen just moved her lips a few times without making a sound.