Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 175

Conway was getting old, and it was about time he enjoyed the pleasures of family.

But when it came to Leandro’s generation, they were all still single, with only Valerio as a child, and he was a quiet one.

Now he suddenly found out that Seraphina had a child who died at three. Conway couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, repeating it over and over.

Leandro sat quietly, listening, not saying a word.

After sighing for a while, Conway finally spoke again, “All right, let’s not bring this up again, it’ll only hurt Sera.”

“Okay,” Leandro answered softly

“Off you go, Conway said, “Spend some time with Sera, don’t let her dwell on this.”

Leandro left Conway’s room. On his way back to his room, he unexpectedly heard Seraphina’s voice from Valerio’s bedroom.

The door was ajar Seraphina was reading a story to Valerio, and it sounded like Grimm’s Fairy Tales.

But in the middle of reading, Seraphina’s voice stopped. Then she said to Valerio, “What’s with the attitude? Don’t you like my storytelling? You ungrateful little squirt!

Leandro pushed the door open and saw Seraphina sitting on the bed with Valerio.

Valerio was sitting next to Seraphina, head down, looking upset.

Seraphina’s storytelling today was indeed a bit off, and Valerio’s mood seemed to have been affected.

to easily pick up on the emotions of the adults around him, even the slightest fluctuation…

Leandro, she laughed and said to Valerio, “All right, your dad’s back.

was about to leave when Valerio firmly grabbed her arm as if begging her not to go.

from Seraphina’s hand, then

cheerfully, patted

as Seraphina left, then turned to look at

little face, Leandro said slowly, “She’s not in a good mood

slowly after a

on the bed,

at him, “I was planning on catching up on the news, but all I see is my name. everywhere. It’s so ironic.”

separating due to misunderstandings and accidents, facing setbacks, and finally reconciling, which was

The fleeting life of the child was mostly met with

“You’re amazing. A handwritten letter turned the tide

aside, only looking at her, “I

but said. “The letter was beautifully written. If I had seen it seven years ago, I

respond, just quietly watching her, waiting for her to

some memories.” She chuckled lightly, her gaze becoming

the past no longer exists, and the Leandro of the past no longer exists… The past is the past, and we can’t

void of any

in his chest tightened, causing a

the past, they

But for

said slowly. “We have

looked at him in slight