In over two decades of life, Seraphina had never witnessed an actual surgery, except for the dramatized versions on TV and movies where the operating room was a hive of tension. She had heard, however, that in reality, the atmosphere in the OR was often surprisingly relaxed, even filled with lighthearted banter among the medical staff.
Yet as she donned her scrubs and entered the OR, she was met with a profound silence, punctuated only by the sounds of surgical instruments.
The doctors were intensely focused on the task at hand, operating on Leandro, and only a couple of nurses spared her a brief glance before swiftly returning their attention to their work.
Standing quietly at the perimeter of the sterile theater, Seraphina observed Leandro lying unconscious on the table. Though under the heavy veil of anesthesia, his brow was still furrowed with tension. She couldn't fathom the pain and struggle his body was enduring, but she knew it had to be unbearable. After all, hadn't his life been a series of hardships?
Lost in thought, she found herself drawn closer to the operating table, standing right at the head where Leandro lay. One of the assisting surgeons suddenly looked up and locked eyes with her. "Mrs. Reynolds," he said, his tone laced with a stern warning.
Seraphina knew what he meant. She had promised not to interfere with the surgery. So she simply stood there, silently watching over Leandro, the man who often held her in his arms, refusing to sleep. How could he willingly close his eyes in her presence unless he was utterly exhausted?
She believed that if he sensed her presence, he would somehow find the strength to open his eyes, no matter what.
After a long moment of contemplation, she bent forward, kissing Leandro's forehead through the mask. The action drew a few glances from the medical team, but Seraphina held her position, unwavering.
And then, as if nothing had happened, the OR returned to its previous rhythm of quiet efficiency.
...
The surgery lasted a grueling eight hours.
At four in the morning, Leandro was wheeled out of the OR and into the ICU. Seraphina followed alongside his bed until they reached the doors of the intensive care unit.
The hallway was already crowded with concerned faces—Bruce and Keen, who had been there from the start, Leandro's friends who had arrived later, and members of the Reynolds family along with several executives from Reynolds Group who had turned up at some point.
Despite the surgery being tentatively successful, the concern was palpable on everyone's face as they peered into the ICU at Leandro, his body a maze of tubes and wires, almost afraid to breathe too loudly.
Seraphina was escorted by Andrea to change out of her scrubs and upon her return, the heavy air of anxiety still hung over the group.
Herman, spotting her, paused before approaching. "You should get some rest," he suggested gently.
Seraphina shook her head with a wan smile. "I'm fine. You all have been so busy, and it's late... You should get some rest."
At the sound of her voice, the others turned to look at her. Victor and Edgar offered words of comfort just as Leonard stepped forward, his gaze heavy on Seraphina. "Come with me," he said, heading toward the elevators.
Andrea gripped her hand, shaking her head as if to warn her, but Seraphina reassured her with a pat, then followed Leonard.
Silently, the members of the Reynolds family and the high-ranking executives from Reynolds Group trailed behind.
Andrea watched as Seraphina was enveloped by the group, her brow furrowing in concern.
Herman, with an inkling of what was to come, followed at a distance.
Sure enough, Leonard confronted Seraphina about her decision to involve the police with Gloria's situation.
"What were you thinking?" he demanded. "Wasn't the last incident enough? With Leandro in this state, and his mother taken by the police, how do you think it looks for the Reynolds family? Do you have any idea how this could affect the Reynolds Group?"
Seraphina had tired of these accusations since the incident with Valerio, but she listened patiently before responding. "What happens to the Reynolds family is not my concern, nor is the Reynolds Group my responsibility. All I know is that if someone commits a crime, they should be held accountable."
"That's Leandro's mother! No matter the issue, it's a family matter for the Reynolds family!" Leonard retorted. "You grew up with the Reynolds family, you married Leandro, you are one of us. Every action of yours should consider the family. If you can’t see that, why should the Reynolds family accept you?"
"Mr. Leonard," Herman cut through the crowd, sidling up to Seraphina without waiting for her to speak. He addressed Leonard firmly, "The case involving Gloria is a criminal assault, not a Reynolds family affair. She has fully confessed to her involvement, and I assure you, the police will handle this matter with absolute impartiality, without any special treatment."
The murmur of the crowd surged as Gloria's confession was mentioned, a clamor of voices rising in a cacophony of shock and speculation.
Seraphina listened quietly for a moment before finally speaking up. "What you're all so worried about is the effect this scandal will have on Reynolds Enterprises, right? You blame me, which means you blame Leandro. Because any impact I have on the company will ultimately fall on Leandro's shoulders, am I correct? Since Leandro's out of commission due to his injuries, unable to attend to the company's affairs, this is your golden opportunity. Seize the chance to wrest control from his hands, to take the reins for yourselves. As for who ultimately calls the shots at Reynolds Enterprises, that's down to your own skills and cunning, isn't it?"
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