Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 480

At that moment, Andrea was too concerned to think of anything else. As soon as she saw Seraphina's eyes flutter open, she rushed to her side and grasped her hand.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety, "Your hand is so cold. What did the doctor say?"

Seraphina, still groggy from her slumber, replied with a faint smile, "I’ve barely woken up, and you're bombarding me with questions. How am I supposed to answer all that?"

With a playful squeeze of Andrea's hand, the message was clear.

Andrea dropped her gaze for a moment before looking back up at Seraphina, whispering, "I'm sorry, Sera. I didn't have a choice..."

Seraphina instantly understood the reason for Simon's visit. Herman eyed Simon with suspicion and caution, while Leandro was the exact opposite.

Without sparing Simon a glance, Leandro focused on fluffing the pillows behind Seraphina, his eyes seemingly calm but his emotions stormy beneath the surface.

Seraphina knew Leandro all too well; his pent-up anger was reaching its peak. With a gentle touch, she took his hand before finally addressing Simon with a cool nod, "Mr. Martin, good to see you."

Simon, a man seasoned by many a hardship, maintained a calm facade as his eyes met Seraphina's, betraying a hint of regret. He approached and leaned in slightly, asking with a grave tone, "Are you alright?"

As you can see, I'm still breathing," Seraphina retorted.

Simon's gaze darkened momentarily before he continued, "I know this isn't the best time, but I'd like to talk to you."

"You and me, talk?" Seraphina raised an eyebrow, "I don't recall any business between us."

Andrea, witnessing the exchange, bowed her head slightly, uncertain of what to do.

Herman glanced between her, Simon, and Seraphina, as if coming to a realization.

Simon nodded slightly, pressing on, "You have every right to be angry with me. For years, I failed in my responsibilities."

Leandro, listening intently, let out a scoff.

Seraphina turned to him, feigning curiosity, "What's so funny?"

"What do you think?" Leandro shot back.

Ignoring the question, Seraphina giggled and leaned into Leandro's embrace.

"Mr. Martin." Finally, Leandro looked Simon in the eye. His gaze was lazy and cool but icily detached, "This is a private room, and my wife doesn't seem inclined to chat. Perhaps you should leave. If you truly have something to discuss, I can spare some time later."

Though his tone was even, the underlying fury and threat were unmistakable.

Simon remained composed and, after another glance at Seraphina, said, "I know you've suffered, and I won't forget that. I won't intrude further for now and will come back later. Just knowing you're safe brings me relief."

With that, he reached out and gently patted Seraphina's hand, which she swiftly withdrew.

Unperturbed, Simon added softly, "Take care of yourself. Rest up; that's what's important now."

Seraphina didn't look at him or respond, instead focusing on soothing Leandro's anger while straightening his collar.