Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453

Seraphina never did spill the beans about what she told Gloria, or what was eating at Leandro so badly that he couldn’t resist her. After a short while, he was overcome by exhaustion and drifted back to sleep.

The hospital was a revolving door of faces that day, most of whom Leandro had never laid eyes on, and Seraphina had no time for those who didn’t matter. She had bigger fish to fry.

In the afternoon, while Leandro was snoozing, Seraphina slipped away to the Reynolds Vista Retreat to cover for Keen for a bit, and then sent Keen off to sort out the legal and medical teams needed for Gloria’s situation.

Keen was more seasoned in these matters. Seraphina only needed updates on the progress; she didn’t need to get her hands dirty with the details.

Then there was the matter of Valerio’s schooling.

It seemed unlikely they’d be returning to Summitville anytime soon, but Valerio’s education couldn’t be put on hold. Unwilling to drag him through the ordeal of switching schools repeatedly, Seraphina decided to hire a few tutors for some home–schooling. No sooner had she put the word out than a flood of recommendations and applications came in. After a quick sift through the prospects, she set up interviews for the next day, hoping to find the right fit for Valerio’s trial lessons.

Come evening, Seraphina returned to the hospital, only to be swarmed by a pack of reporters at the entrance.

“Mrs. Reynolds, we heard Mr. Reynolds is injured. Is it true?”

“Is it serious? Is Mr. Reynolds out of danger now?”

“What caused Mr. Reynolds‘ injury? Rumor has it, it’s related to you, Mrs/ Reynolds. Can you comment?”

“We heard you’re at the police station. Is the Reynolds family planning to take legal action regarding this accident?”

Questions bombarded Seraphina, but she strode through the reporters, shielded by her bodyguards, as if she hadn’t heard a thing, making her way inside.

Leandro’s injury had been kept under wraps until now, but the sudden siege of reporters–and their knowledge of Gloria’s situation–meant someone had been spreading the word.

The cat was out of the bag, and it wouldn’t be long before all of Sunburst City was buzzing with the news.

To Seraphina, Leandro was just a man who had been hurt. His injury wasn’t a secret to be kept.

But for the Reynolds family and the Reynolds Group, Leandro was the linchpin, the executor. His condition had undeniable social ramifications.

Yet, these were the things Seraphina cared about least.

She had no need to answer questions, no need to explain her husband’s condition to the world, and no need to shield the family or the company’s reputation.

Exiting the elevator, Seraphina headed for Leandro’s room, only to see several figures stepping out of the lounge–Leonard and Ferne among them, along with a few high–ranking board members from the Reynolds Group.

It looked like they had just finished speaking with Conway. As they turned to leave, they spotted Seraphina.

Perhaps it was the blunt words she had spoken that morning, but they gave her cold looks and quickly dispersed without a viord–even Leonard and Ferne.

Approaching Conway, Seraphina offered a comforting arm, “Grandpa, did they bother you?”

Conway laughed softly at her question, “With your directive not to bother Leandro, who else were they supposed to turn to but

me?

She knew the likely answer but asked anyway. “What did they say?”

“Tired?” Leandro’s deep voice broke the silence.

“Hah,” Seraphina let out a soft laugh, her voice muffled against the sheets, “What a joke. I’m a firecracker. I never run out of steam.”

Normally, she only had to deal with her own issues, but now, she had to shoulder Leandro’s burdens too.

It turns out carrying the weight for two isn’t quite so easy.

“That’s good to hear,” Leandro replied.

Only then did Seraphina slowly lift her head to look at him, “What do you mean?”

“I’m tired,” Leandro said, “But you’re not. You’re always buzzing with energy, so you can handle a lot of things for me. That way, I can take a well–deserved break.”

Hearing this, Seraphina’s brow creased slightly.

Even though those sharks from the Reynolds Group hadn’t shown their faces to him directly, Seraphina guessed that he probably had caught wind of the situation.

“You’re stepping back from the Reynolds Group?” she probed.

Leandro remained comfortably reclined, speaking slowly, “I hear someone doesn’t want me involved, so I guess I shouldn’t be.”

Seraphina’s cheeks flushed as she asked knowingly, “Who told you that?”