Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 273

For the past few days, Seraphina was still keeping her cool, but the moment she laid eyes on Bowen, a wave of intense sadness and anger surged over her again.

If she was the one driving right now, she might’ve just run him over.

But what would killing him achieve?

Sandra wouldn’t come back, and she might even shed tears for this man.

Seraphina clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. It took her quite a while to calm down and step out of the car. Bowen looked like a hot mess. His once handsome face looked like it hadn’t been cared for in days, his eyes red and filled with bloodshot veins, and his hair tousled. He was far from his usual suave self.

“Sera,” he called out when he saw Seraphina.

Seraphina’s expression was cold as she responded, “What do you want?”

Bowen’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he spoke with a sense of determination. “Sandra…is being buried, will you come?”

Hearing this, Seraphina gritted her teeth so hard they made a sound.

Ever since Sandra was declared dead, she had avoided seeing her and rarely mentioned her. She knew this was just self-deception, but she couldn’t help wanting to escape.

But now, there was no way to avoid it.

“I… don’t plan on holding any ceremony, and I don’t want to invite anyone else,” Bowen said. “I want Sandra to leave peacefully. Everyone else can stay away, but you… Sandra would want you to be there.”

Seraphina laughed coldly, staring at him, and slowly said, “And what about you? Sandra wouldn’t want to see you, right? Can you not show up?”

Bowen lowered his head, his voice filled with sorrow. “I know she wouldn’t want to see me, but… I can’t not see her.”

Seraphina suddenly threw the files in her hand at him.

The papers sca ttered all over Bow

and fluttered down to the ground.

“Where were you when you couldn’t stand not seeing her?” Seraphina snapped. “How many women can’t you stand not seeing? Tania Martin is one, how many others are there? What was Sandra to you? Just another fool you played with! Now she’s dead, who are you putting on this act for? If you really loved her, go join her!”

“Do you think I don’t want to?” Bowen’s eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly lit up. He looked at Seraphina and slowly said, “I know, I’m also one of the culprits who caused Sandra’s death. I never thought about letting myself off… But before that, I must…make those who hurt her pay the price.”

“Who are they?” Seraphina asked.

Bowen clenched his fists, turned his face away, and didn’t answer.

However, even if he didn’t say it, Seraphina already had an answer in her heart.

She recalled when Sandra was hospitalized, she told Bowen about the accident not being an accident at all. Bowen then went to the Martin family and stayed there all night, reappearing at noon the next day, his whole person filled with a gloomy and angry aura.

He must know something.

Talking about people related to the accident, he and Tania couldn’t be avoided, whether it was true or not, Seraphina really wanted to hear his answer,

“Is it Tania?” Seraphina slowly asked. “Miss Tania seems to have deep feelings for you. She mistook me for having something to do with you and came looking for trouble. But how did someone like you make Tania notice Sandra’s existence?”

She waited quietly for Bowen’s answer after asking her questions, but after a long while, she heard Bowen’s h oa rse voice. “It’s not her.”

Hearing this answer, Seraphina raised her eyebrows involuntarily. “Really?”

“She’s a bit stubborn and willful, but she’s actually very innocent. She wouldn’t do this.” Bowen said.

Seraphina let out a cold laugh, “Then she’s really a good girl, huh, Bowen, don’t you plan to take responsibility for her?”

Hearing this question, Bowen slowly turned his head to look at her, “Believe it or not, I’ve completely cut ties with her.”

“Really?” Seraphina heard his words and obviously didn’t plan to accept it.

“I admit, I didn’t handle that relationship well. I caused Sandra to misunderstand, and I caused trouble with Tania…” Bowen gritted his teeth. “So, when Sandra had her accident, I’m mainly to blame.”

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“So if it’s not Tania, it’s someone from the Martin family?” Seraphina asked. “Who?”

Bowen was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head. “Sera, I know your character. Once you find out who it is, you will definitely seek revenge for Sandra without regard for anything. But this is my responsibility, I can’t get you involved.”

“You know my character, so you should also know that even if you don’t tell me, I will still find out about it myself, right?”

“No, you’ve already done enough for Sandra,” Bowen said. “Don’t get involved in this.”

“You should know that you can’t stop me.” Seraphina replied.

Bowen met her gaze for a moment, involuntarily looked away, lowered his head, and saw some white paper at his feet.

He bent slightly to pick up a few sheets, glanced at them, then looked up at Seraphina. “What are these?”

“I told you, I’ll find out the truth myself.” Seraphina said. “Whether you’re willing to tell me or not, I will find out.”

With that, Seraphina reached out and sna tched the papers from him.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Sera!” Bowen’s voice lowered slightly, sounding a bit urgent. “Don’t get involved in this! The Martin family is not as simple as you think. If you continue to investigate, you will only put yourself in danger!”

“What am I scared of?” Seraphina stared at him, “If I die early, I’ll just join Sandra sooner. Who do you think will get to see her first?”

Bowen’s gaze lingered on her face for a while before he spoke again, “I already regret not being able to protect Sandra… I can’t let anything happen to you… I won’t let you get involved in this.”

After he finished speaking, he didn’t seem to give Seraphina a chance to argue, just saying, “I’ve said what I needed to say. Tomorrow morning at eight, Sandra… her cremation ceremony…”

His voice seemed to catch in his throat before he continued, “I hope you can come.”

With that, Bowen turned and got into his car, quickly leaving the scene.

Seraphina lowered her head and began picking up the scattered papers on the ground, it took her a long time to gather them all.

When she got home, she went straight to bed.

She didn’t sleep well, filled with vivid dreams of all sorts, but she couldn’t make out anything clearly.

When she woke up, she found her bedroom was dark.

She lay in her familiar bed, feeling the familiar warmth and breath next to her, a familiar arm wrapped around her waist, and heard a familiar voice asking, “You’re awake?”