Chapter 55

My attention remained drawn to Max and his mother and no matter how bad I hate to mention her name, Seraphina.

Their presence created an atmosphere that I struggled to embrace. Despite my best efforts, a feeling of discomfort settled within me, making it hard to fully enjoy the scene unfolding before my eyes.

I watched as Max approached his mother with deliberate care. The way he kissed her cheeks and led her away conveyed a deep connection that tugged at my heart. Yet, my focus couldn't help but shift to Seraphina, who still held onto his mother's hand. The beautiful moment once comforting now felt like an intrusion that I couldn't shake off because of her.

As Max guided his mother toward her room, the weight of the unspoken hung heavily in the air. The atmosphere in the living room shifted, becoming awkward and strained.

I exchanged glances with Seraphina, her obvious fake curiosity and concern mirroring my own feelings. However, my unease doesnt matter right now. What matters is