Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 445

“Ma’am!” Keen’s voice cracked with urgency as he saw Seraphina heading for the door.

“Let her go,” Bruce interjected suddenly, his voice low and steady. “Staying here is only gonna twist the knife in her heart even more.”

Keen hesitated at Bruce’s words, his gaze lingering on Seraphina’s retreating figure until she was out of sight.

As Seraphina stepped out of the hospital, her driver, who had been caught in traffic, had just pulled up. She yanked open the car door, slid into the backseat, and gave the driver one simple direction, "Take me to Reynolds Vista Retreat.”

The driver caught one glimpse of Seraphina’s stony expression and didn’t dare to ask questions. With a quick nod, he started the engine and they were off.

The road to the retreat was unusually clear, a fact that only added to the driver’s anxiety. Seraphina’s pallor was alarming - he could only imagine what awaited her at the Reynolds Vista Retreat.

About thirty minutes later, they arrived at the grand entrance of the retreat. Seraphina got out of the car without a word and headed straight inside. She was greeted by a scene of chaos - the staff was picking up the aftermath of a storm.

Broken vases, a shattered glass coffee table, and puddles of water mixed with jarring splashes of red covered the floor. It wasn’t just the floor that was stained; the sofa, the tables, and other surfaces bore silent witness to the bloodshed.

This blood belonged to just one person.

Seraphina couldn’t bear to imagine the horrible things that had led to this moment, but seeing the wreckage before her, she commanded in a steely voice, “Stop cleaning. Now.”

Everyone turned to look at her, their faces still etched with panic. They were at a loss for words.

“Leave the living room as it is,” Seraphina instructed firmly. “Whatever’s been moved, put it back. No more tampering with evidence, or you can explain yourselves to the cops.”

Without waiting for a response, she ascended the staircase, leaving the staff in stunned silence.

Reaching the top, Seraphina made a beeline for Gloria’s room.

The door was ajar, and through the crack, she could hear Gloria’s panicked voice, “Where’s Leandro? What's happened to him?” Her voice was tinged with hysteria. “It was me... I stabbed him, didn’t I?”

Karan was inside, trying to soothe Gloria, though her voice was close to breaking, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Leandro’s going to be fine. Just calm down...”

But Gloria persisted, her voice rising in desperation, “Is he badly hurt? Tell me how he is now – tell me!”

With a forceful push, Seraphina swung the door wide open and stood at the threshold, “I’ll tell you how he is.”

Gloria’s face drained of color at the sight of her. Karan’s expression darkened, and she stepped forward to block Seraphina, “What are you doing here? Isn’t this mess enough for you? Get out!”

“Karan, didn’t you hear her? She wants to know how Leandro is doing. Well, I’m here to satisfy her curiosity,” Seraphina said, trying to step past her to reach Gloria.

“No, you can’t do this!” Karan blocked her firmly. “Do you want to drive her mad? You can’t be here – leave!”

“Karan!” Gloria was pale as a ghost and called out with a trembling voice, “Let her speak!”

Karan froze but didn’t turn to face Gloria. She just looked at Seraphina with pleading eyes, shaking her head ever so slightly.