Chapter 396
Before this, Bowen had nearly estimated all possible outcomes, providing Sandra the most comprehensive protection he could muster.
He didn’t underestimate the ruthlessness of Leandro’s tactics, yet he still couldn’t escape them.
To some extent, ever since the truth about Valerio revealed, Bowen had sensed this day coming.
Yet when he was confronted with an eerily empty house, he lost control.
In a suburban villa.
This was an old house, spacious but antiquated. The interior was so minimally furnished it was almost austere. A large living room contained only a single sofa.
At this moment, Sandra sat on this sofa, motionless.
Until someone removed the blindfold from her face.
Before her eyes was an unfamiliar room. The floor was mottled and the walls were yellowed with age. The room was so vacant it felt cold.
Outside the window was a dense forest, directionless.
No one spoke to her.
The person who had removed her blindfold had silently retreated to the side.
Sandra wasn’t startled or scared. She sat calmly on the sofa, neither asking who was responsible nor why they had done this.
About half an hour later, the villa door opened, and someone walked in.
Sandra slowly turned her head, recognizing Keen, a man she had encountered a few times before.
Keen slowly approached, standing before her, his expression calm as he watched her.
Before Keen could speak, Sandra was the one to break the silence, “How is Sera?”
Keen slightly furrowed his brows but didn’t answer.
“Please tell me, how is Sera?” Sandra stubbornly asked again, “Is she… alright?”
“Mrs. Reynolds is doing well,” Keen replied. “Since finding out the truth, she has been very happy every day.”
Sandra’s eyes fluttered slightly, then dulled again, reverting to a still-water-like calm. She murmured, “That’s good, that’s good…”
“Ms. Smith, I want to inform you that we brought you here without any ill intentions,” said Keen. “As Mrs. Reynolds’ best friend, it’s hard to stand by and see you in such a predicament. We simply wanted to help.”
Sandra listened without any visible reaction and attempted a strained smile.
How could she not know why she was here?
Bowen’s treatment of Seraphina was now being mirrored by Leandro as payback.
They took Valerio from Seraphina, so Leandro took Sandra from Bowen.
Perhaps only in this way could Bowen truly feel the pain of loss.
As for her, it didn’t matter.
“It’s okay,” Sandra said. “Where I am makes no difference to me.”
Her acceptance surprised Keen slightly.
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