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.

seemed to easily pick up on the emotions of the adults around him,

open, Seraphina turned her head. When she saw Leandro, she laughed and said to Valerio,

to leave when Valerio firmly grabbed her arm as if begging

book from Seraphina’s hand, then held Valerio’s hand

cheerfully, patted Valerios

only watch as Seraphina left, then turned to look at

a good mood

slowly after a moment of silence

was lying on

she lifted her head and waved her phone at him, “I was planning on catching up

together their meeting, falling in love, separating due to misunderstandings and accidents, facing setbacks, and finally reconciling, which was like

from a few, most no longer questioned Seraphina’s unwed motherhood. The fleeting life of the child

handwritten letter turned the tide against this morning’s media frenzy. It’s

jacket, and threw it aside, only looking at her, “I told you, I’m not

letter was beautifully written. If I had seen it seven years ago, I might have cried.”

her,

seeing that letter today, it brought back some memories.” She chuckled lightly, her gaze becoming somewhat blurred, “The Seraphina back then really loved the Leandro back

Seraphina of the past no longer exists, and the Leandro of the past no longer exists… The past is the past, and

eyes were dull, void of any

in his chest tightened, causing a faint pain

past is the past,

accepted it. But for the future, he

back, let’s start over, Leandro said slowly.

looked at him in slight surprise,