Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 125

With a bang, Seraphina was hit so hard that her neck was twisted. The guy next to Magdalen looked even more shocked than Seraphina herself. He gawked at Magdalen.

The crowd had drawn the attention of the people at the exhibition. They all turned to look at their direction.

But Seraphina remained calm and composed. She touched her face and then lifted her gaze to meet Magdalen's.

Magdalen glared at Seraphina, "You're making me uncomfortable on purpose, aren't you?"

" Why would I want to make you uncomfortable?" Seraphina glanced at her and then at the painting in front of them, "Today is dad’s birthday and Mr. Malcom just happened to have his exhibition today. To commemorate my dad, Mr. Malcom wanted to display one of dad's paintings, so I picked this one. What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing that, Magdalen suddenly raised her hand again, ready to smack Seraphina once more.

Her male companion quickly grabbed her, "Magdalen, what are you doing? You can't go around smacking people in public!"

"She deserves it!" Magdalen was seething, "She deserves it!"

Seeing her like this, Seraphina gave a small laugh.

"This painting of those roses was painted by dad for you. You used to love this painting, why do you hate it now?"

"Shut up!" Magdalen became even more agitated. Ignoring the man next to her, she almost lunged at Seraphina.

This finally alarmed Malcom and the security guards in the gallery. In no time, a crowd had gathered around them.

Malcom rushed over to stop Magdalen, "Magdalen, what are you doing?"

"Why did you hang this painting here?" Magdalen shouted at him, "She wants to upset me, do you want to upset me too?"

"Magdalen!" Malcom gripped her shoulders tightly, "Calm down!"

"I can't calm down!" Magdalen pointed at Seraphina, "Get her out! And take down this painting! Burn it!"

As she spoke, she had already shaken off Malcom and walked to the painting. Despite the glass covering the painting, she swung her handbag at it.

Seraphina suddenly stepped forward, using her body to shield the painting.

The hard corner of Magdalen's handbag hit Seraphina’s forehead. Blood immediately started to trickle down.

Seeing the situation escalating into a bloody mess, the security guards quickly stepped in to restrain Magdalen.

Reporters who were present immediately rushed over to get photos.

"Magdalen, if you continue like this, I'll have to ask you to leave!" Malcom said sternly, before nodding at the security guards.

Magdalen was still fuming. Even as she was dragged away by the security guards, her glare remained on Seraphina. She was so angry, it was as if they were mortal enemies rather than mother and daughter.

Seraphina stood in front of the painting, watching as her mother was escorted away, her expression calm as ever.

"Sera, you're hurt." Malcom finally came over to examine Seraphina's wound, "I'll get someone to take you to the hospital."

"No need, Mr. Malcom." Seraphina said, "It's just a small wound. I'm fine. I'm sorry for disrupting your exhibition."

As she spoke, she began to head out.