Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 482

Andrea descended the hospital stairs and stepped out, her mind already on hailing a cab at the nearby stand. Just as she began her stride, a car door swung open by the curb.

Herman, who had left before her, was seated inside, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his brows furrowed as he regarded her. "Get in," he commanded.

Pausing, Andrea responded, "I need to grab some food for Sera."

"She's got plenty of people to fetch her food; she doesn't need you running errands," Herman retorted.

Silenced by his remark, Andrea hesitated.

After another glance, Herman pressed, "Get in. I've got questions for you."

With a faint exhale, Andrea relented, pulling the car door open and settling into the passenger seat.

Herman's cigarette continued to smolder, prompting a slight cough from Andrea. He paused, then finally stubbed out the cigarette and took a long swig from a water bottle before broaching the subject. "So, you and Seraphina being blood sisters - if you two knew all along, why keep it from Simon... your dad?"

"Sera didn't want the spotlight on her true identity," Andrea stated. "We all understand that this kind of revelation won't do any good."

At her words, Herman's gaze flickered before he continued, "That means you're also aware of your dad's way of doing things, and the history of the Martin family's dealings?"

Confronted with his roundabout inquiry, Andrea's lips curled into a faint smile as she replied, "What do you think?"

Herman didn't know what to say.

comments had shown no surprise or shock upon learning Simon could be behind Seraphina's troubles. Instead, she had chosen to confront Simon with the truth to

of the case," Herman explained. "But knowing your dad and understanding

Andrea acknowledged,

to remain neutral?" Herman probed. "That's not an easy position to

meeting his. "Then tell me, which is the easier stance to take? Siding

but no words came; instead, he concluded,

years. This 'difficult neutral ground' you speak of, Mr. Herman, has been my

words, Herman's brows knitted, and

anything substantial from someone who's

testimony," Herman countered. "I'll

replied nonchalantly. "I misspoke once, that's all. Dad's in a good mood now he knows about Sera's identity, so a minor slip-up

the door open

didn't try to stop her. He just leaned back in the driver's seat, quietly observing Andrea's retreating figure as she walked towards the taxi stand. She was too calm, almost unnaturally serene, like the invisible woman she claimed to

things were clearly divided into right or wrong, and he despised those who chose

precinct, rallied his team, and

Group and head of their legal department, thanks to his background in law. "Of course, I'm willing to cooperate with the police," Lionel declared, his tone smooth as silk. "Arson is a serious crime. If the police come knocking at Martin Group's door based on a mere statement, demanding my cooperation, what can I say? 'I've never done such a thing, nor have I uttered such words' – would that satisfy you, Mr. Herman? Or perhaps you'd like to bring forward the person who claimed I said that, so we can face off and let

as Lionel, Herman knew

had anticipated as much, and upon leaving, one couldn't help but remark, "We've got nothing but one person's word; it proves

unchallenged. We need

his statement, Herman turned back for one last look at the towering skyscraper bearing the Martin Group name. His gaze

Lionel made his

in work during office hours, sat quietly behind his desk, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, lost in thought with an unusually wistful look in