Tangled in His Obsession ( Seraphina )

Chapter 386 

Seraphina bailed out from Reynolds Manor, hurried to the apartment address that Terrell had provided. 

Terrell himself waited downstairs. Upon seeing Seraphina, he didn’t fuss much, just gave her a simple run-down, “The apartment has only one entrance and exit, same goes for the underground parking, which makes it pretty easy to keep an eye on. If you’re tailing someone, it should be a piece of cake.” 

Seraphina flashed a thumbs-up, then said, “It’s getting late, you should head back and get some rest.” 

Terrell nodded, turned to leave. 

Just as their cars were about to part ways, Seraphina tossed Terrell a pack of cigarettes, “Thanks a bunch!” 

Terrell raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly pocketed the cigarettes and drove off. 

Seraphina’s next task was still to wait. 

And she waited for three days. 

No sign of Bowen or Sandra. 

Abbot got a little antsy, couldn’t help but say to Seraphina, “Ma’am, are we sure we’re not barking up the wrong tree?” 

Seraphina, still keeping her eyes peeled on the apartment entrance, whispered, “I trust Terrell.” 

As if it was fate’s arrangement, that afternoon, Seraphina’s faith was rewarded. 

At two in the afternoon, a middle-aged woman came out from the apartment building. The moment Seraphina laid eyes on her, she snapped into high alert. 

After a moment, Seraphina told Abbot, “Track her. See where she’s headed.” 

Abbot followed her gaze and gasped, “That woman?” 

“Yep.” Seraphina confirmed. 

That night at Una Villa, she remembered three faces 

Sandra in the car, and the two who had covered her mouth and dragged her into the darkness. 

She remembered clearly, this middle-aged woman was one of them. 

The woman hailed a cab. Without a second thought, Abbot whipped out his phone and gave the order. 

Once the woman was gone, everything was back to normal. Seraphina still sat quietly in the car, keeping an eye on the apartment. 

That night, besides the driver and this woman, there was another middle-aged man in the car. 

Clearly, he was a butler and she was a nanny. They were both taking care of Sandra, but also watching and controlling her. 

For that reason, their every move should have something to do with Sandra. 

Having one of Abbot’s guys tail this woman should be enough. 

Seraphina still waited under the apartment, quietly. 

About two hours later, the woman returned to the apartment, carrying a paper bag. 

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Through her binoculars, Seraphina saw the logo on the paper bag Silverlake General Hospital. 

At the same time, Abbot’s guy reported, “Ma’am, the woman went to Silverlake General Hospital, saw a neurology specialist, and brought back some meds.” 

Neurology, specialist, meds… 

Seraphina kept these keywords in mind, thinking quietly. 

Around dusk, Bowen’s car, which hadn’t been seen for a while, suddenly appeared outside the apartment, then drove into the underground parking. 

About an hour later, Bowen’s car left the apartment. 

These busy in-and-out behaviors left people unprepared. 

Seraphina quietly observed from the side, a guess started to form in her mind. 

“If someone you care about is sick, what would you do?” Seraphina asked Abbot. 

Abbot thought for a moment, “Of course I’d take her to see a doctor.” 

“And what if she doesn’t want to go to the hospital?” 

Abbot thought about the bag of medicine the middle-aged woman was carrying earlier, slowly said, “Then…bring the meds back for her to take.” “And what if she doesn’t want to take the meds?” 

Abbot frowned, then said, “Can’t let her do whatever she wants. At crucial moments, I would use all means, even force her to the hospital.” Hearing this, Seraphina took a deep breath. 

Silverlake General Hospital was a famous high-end private hospital in Sunburst City, all the doctors were industry elites, many of them famous. 

Unlike the bustling patient flow in public hospitals, Silverlake General Hospital was orderly and quiet. 

In the spacious doctors’ office hallway, a young woman accompanied by a middle-aged man and woman, walked into the office of a renowned neurology specialist. 

Everything was organized. 

After a detailed inquiry and diagnosis, this taciturn young woman was sent to radiology for examination. 

The middle-aged couple was still stopped outside the radiation room. When the young woman went in, the middle-aged man glanced at the treatment room. 

A doctor came forward to help the young woman, and another doctor was preparing the instrument, and a nurse was sorting out some tools in the corner. 

The heavy door of the radiation room closed slowly, the young woman lay quietly on the treatment bed, waiting for the examination. 

Her eyes were hollow, lifeless. She didn’t speak, just quietly staring at the ceiling above her head. 

She was used to this series of examinations. 

But this time, it seemed different from the previous ones. 

Because she lay on the bed for a long time, and there seemed to be no movement around her. 

When she realized this and turned her head to ask, she saw a woman in a nurse uniform, with a nurse cap on her head and a mask on her face, walking towards 

her. 

The nurse bent down to look at her, gently stroked her forehead, and asked softly, “What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?” 

She was stunned. 

Half of the nurse’s face was covered, revealing only a pair of eyes, looking at her gently. 

Those eyes were full of tenderness and sympathy. 

She felt those eyes were familiar, but she found the look in them somewhat foreign. 

She was not sure, knew it couldn’t be, so she was stunned. 

Until the nurse spoke again, “How come you haven’t fully recovered yet? Are you being naughty, not willing to be examined or take your meds properly?” 

Hearing those words, she noticed the nurse’s eyes gradually turning red, filled with tears. 

She felt as if she’d caught some kind of emotional flu, her eyes growing damp. Before she even realized it, tears were slipping down her cheeks. 

She gripped the nurse’s hand tightly, using all the strength she could muster. 

If anyone would’ve noticed their clasped hands, they’d see them turning pale from the intense grip. 

But no one did. 

Their gazes were locked onto each other’s faces. 

Even though their vision was blurred with tears, even in the flickering light, their faces were blurry in each other’s view, yet they continued to look at each other. 

In the quiet moment when the tears fell, Seraphina removed the mask from her face. 

The instant Sandra saw her face, her tears stopped falling. 

Everything before this felt like a dream, and now, she suddenly woke up. 

“Sera-” she croaked out. 

Seraphina slowly nodded, trying to keep her composure, and responded in a low voice, “It’s me.” 

But the next moment, Sandra’s expression became frantic. She looked at Seraphina as if she was in great pain, her body stiff, breathing hard. 

“What’s wrong?” Seraphina’s face changed. “Where does it hurt? Where do you feel uncomfortable?” 

Sandra bit her lip, looking at her, seemingly unable to speak. 

“I’ll get a doctor!” Seraphina turned to go fetch a doctor. 

But Sandra reached out and grabbed her. 

Seraphina turned back to look at her. 

Sandra opened her mouth, and with all her strength, she finally managed to speak. 

“Sera, I’m sorry…” 

Seraphina gently touched her face and slowly shook her head, “No, it’s me who should apologize. I should have noticed sooner…” 

Sandra’s gaze lingered on her face. After a while, she suddenly smiled. 

It was a bitter and guilt-ridden smile, but it also seemed to carry a hint of relief. 

‘Sera. She croaked out again. 

“I’m here.” Seraphina gripped her hand again, looking at her, “Where are you feeling uncomfortable? Do I need to get a doctor?” 

Sandra didn’t answer her question. 

She just looked at Seraphina, then spoke up once more. 

Sera, Valerio… he’s your son.”