the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 755: She Clearly Still Has Feelings for Ignatius Leclair

Jocelyn Yeager finished speaking, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and left the room without another word.

This plan had been in the works for months. Even if Joseph Lloyd wasn’t in the late stages of cancer, Jocelyn had countless ways to get him to the Southlands.

In fact, Jocelyn vaguely suspected the astonishing secret the Leclair Family father and son were desperately trying to conceal, but after so many years, tangible evidence was impossible to find—it could only be exploited.

His confidant drove over and asked in a low voice, "Third young master, where to?"

Jocelyn gave the location and then leaned back on the rear seat to rest. Over an hour later, the car came to a stop.

The man stepped out of the car as dusk fell. The usual visiting hours for the prison were already over. In the past, Jocelyn would have been powerless in such circumstances, but now he was the Family Head of the Yeager Family, one of the most influential lineages in the Southlands.

Jocelyn only waited a few minutes before smoothly gaining entry.

Melody Cloud was brought out by the prison guard. Through the iron bars, she saw Jocelyn, and her eyes lit up with a fierce glow. She clung to the bars, her voice hoarse and urgent as she asked, "You’ve found Joseph Lloyd. That man is useful, isn’t he?"

After months of separation, Melody seemed like a completely different person. The facade of grace and tenderness had been stripped away, leaving her looking aged by ten years, with a face masked in numb calculation and faint traces of feral madness. Prison was a place capable of grinding even a towering man to dust, let alone a woman.

Jocelyn looked at her transformed appearance through the iron bars, and his handsome face betrayed a trace of disdain. He said indifferently, "Joseph Lloyd is indeed useful. After tonight, Ignatius Leclair will fall from his pedestal and will no longer be the Southland’s golden standard of nobility."

Upon hearing this, Melody burst into hoarse, maniacal laughter. Her rough hands, worn from labor, gripped the iron bars tightly as she laughed venomously, "So Ignatius Leclair finally loses his day in the sun. I was the daughter-in-law Aunt Lara trained from the start. It should’ve been me he married, not Delphine Carter, that despicable woman."

Having shadowed Lara Howard for many years, Melody knew the ins and outs of the events of that time. Jocelyn, in targeting Ignatius through his mother, had no choice but to seek her out. Now that the plan was complete, Melody yearned for her release; she couldn’t bear to spend another minute in this hellhole.

Jocelyn furrowed his brow at her mention of Delphine, then spoke coldly, "Whatever you lack in here, I’ll have it sent to you. From now on, there’s nothing owed between us."

"Jocelyn Yeager, you promised to get me out of here! Don’t leave—I still have many secrets I can tell you." Melody panicked when she saw him about to leave, shouting desperately, "Once I’m out, I can help you deal with Ignatius Leclair!"

Jocelyn curved his lips into an icy smile and replied indifferently, "Not necessary. Wait three more years for your release."

Once he finished speaking, the man left mercilessly, paying no attention to the hysterical Melody behind him. He had come to see her simply to savor the fruit of his victory—which alone felt hollow—and to plunge hope into darkness for this woman. She wanted freedom? She could keep dreaming.

Jocelyn stepped outside and asked apathetically, "How is the Leclair patriarch doing?"

"The Leclair Family has locked down any information. No one knows what’s happening at the hospital right now."

Jocelyn smirked coldly. In that case, tomorrow would bring answers.

Delphine arrived at the hospital, still in a disoriented state. While her mind was crystal clear and calm, her hands trembled non-stop, rendering her incapable of doing anything.

Griffith Squire sat in the driver’s seat and personally drove her there. Seeing her in such a condition, his peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his impossibly handsome face showing a hint of contemplation. In a low voice, he said, "Your heart is unsettled, Delphine. Have you fallen for this man again?"