Her left cheek was a bit swollen, and though her forehead had stopped bleeding, the wound was still clearly visible.
She looked a bit of a mess, but with a sly smile, she still managed to exude a captivating beauty.
This scene seemed oddly familiar.
Eight years ago to the day, he had come home late at night. Just as he entered the living room, he caught a glimpse of her hastily retreating upstairs.
She clearly heard him come in but hurriedly avoided him - that was unusual.
Leandro went upstairs and walked to her bedroom door. With a gentle push, the door swung open.
But her room was empty. Leandro slowly made his way to the bathroom, spotting her curled up in the bathtub.
Her eyes were red and swollen - a clear sign she'd been crying. She seemed to be holding back tears at that moment. When she saw him, she startled, quickly wiped her eyes and put on a smile, "You're back, huh?"
Back then, she wasn't as adept at controlling her expression as she was now. She clearly wanted to cry but forced herself to smile at him. But as soon as her expression changed, the tears fell.
He walked over to the bathtub, used his finger to wipe away her tears, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
People who are heartbroken aren't afraid of others' concern. Her lips started to tremble, and tears began to pour uncontrollably.
"I miss my dad..." she said.
During all these years in the Reynolds family, she was always quiet and well-behaved, never mentioning her own parents.
Perhaps because everyone treated her as if she was an orphan, so the Reynolds family thought it was only natural. No one cared about what she might be missing outside of the Reynolds family.
But perhaps every child under someone else's roof long for a real home.
The Reynolds family was not her home, never was.
When Leandro snapped back to reality, Seraphina had already picked up her utensils and was ready to eat.
She didn't look at him, just said, "Normally, I'd be happy to have you here, but today, I'd rather you not stay. I just want to eat this meal in peace, okay?"
"I didn't stop you from eating," Leandro replied.
Upon hearing this, Seraphina let out a sigh, then ignored him and began to eat alone.
The food on the table had been sitting out for a while, most of it was cold, but she didn't seem to care. She tasted every dish and ate a lot.
Leandro watched as she single-handedly polished off half the food on the table, his eyebrows furrowing.
But the next moment, Seraphina had a reaction.
She was happily eating but suddenly put down her fork. Then, a wave of nausea hit her, and she ran into the bathroom.
Next, Leandro heard the sound of her violently throwing up.
He sat there, his eyes full of concern. It wasn't until he heard a thud that he quickly stood up and opened the bathroom door. Seraphina was curled up on the floor, unconscious.
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