the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 756: I Thought You Had Left
Delphine’s personality had always been reclusive and introverted. Few people could truly reach her heart, and the experiences of these past years had made her adept at remaining unruffled. But now her hands were trembling so much she couldn’t even drive, clearly revealing that she still harbored lingering feelings for Ignatius Leclair. Griffith Squire let out a cold snort.
Delphine suddenly gripped the car door with both hands, took a deep breath, and shook her head, saying, "I’m just a bit tired. A little rest will do. I’ve never seen such ugliness in human nature before; it’s hard to adapt to."
Wherever her gaze landed, it was filled with people masked by greed and self-interest. These aristocratic families and noble houses were truly cesspools of filth.
Griffith Squire curled his lips into a cold smile and said slowly, "Precious treasures only emerge accompanied by ferocious beasts. The ascent of elite families is always paved over bones—this is their way of survival. You feel out of place because you inherently don’t belong among them. Yet, despite this, all these years you’ve never truly left. Is it because you’ve never been able to let go of Ignatius Leclair?"
Delphine’s body stiffened slightly. After wandering in circles for years, she found herself back here once again.
"I don’t know," she said, lowering her gaze, her hands and feet still slightly cold.
Griffith Squire remained silent for several seconds, narrowed his eyes, and said seriously, "Stone Leclair dares to openly claim he has evidence. There’s an eighty to ninety percent chance Ignatius Leclair is implicated. Maybe not directly, but highly likely through his instructions. If Ignatius ends up imprisoned, those scheming figures from Southeast Asia, like Reginald Yeager and his ilk, will undoubtedly come looking for you. Think carefully about the future for you and your two children."
Delphine nodded, her gaze revealing a trace of coldness. If the Leclair Family were to collapse completely, she would have no choice but to take her children and leave Southeast Asia.
When they arrived at the hospital, the old man was still in surgery. Ignatius Leclair sat on the bench outside the operating room, his back cold and distant. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Maximilian, Six Jing, and Brock Gray were all there. No one knew what they had said, but Ignatius waved them off indifferently, signaling for them to leave.
Delphine walked up, called out to Brock Gray, and asked, "How is the situation?"
Brock lowered his voice and said, "Stone Leclair has already filed charges. The other party claims to have evidence. What kind of evidence it is, we’ll have to wait for the trial to find out. But Young Master Leclair hasn’t said a single word about it. The situation doesn’t look good. Miss Delphine, we need you to persuade him."
At this moment, no one else’s words could get through to Young Master Leclair, except for Miss Delphine.
Delphine walked forward, standing in front of Ignatius Leclair, looking at his slightly closed, handsome face and the fists clenched tightly in his lap.
His hands were long and strong, with distinct joints—hands that had long shaped the storms of Southeast Asia. Yet now, he himself was drowning in the very storms he had stirred up.
She didn’t know what to say and could only stare at him intently.
The man, sensing her gaze, trembled all over. He opened his deep, narrow phoenix-shaped eyes to look at her and spoke in a low, faintly trembling voice, "I thought you had left."
Delphine found it hard to breathe under the weight of his somber gaze and softly replied, "I was worried. I couldn’t sleep after going back, so I decided to come by and take a look."
She had deliberately misinterpreted the meaning behind his words.
Just as she had told Jocelyn Yeager, the lines between right and wrong, black and white, wouldn’t become clear until everything came to light. If Ignatius Leclair truly fell into deep trouble, she would raise their two children alone. If he turned out to be framed, then the road ahead still needed to be walked together.
No matter the outcome, she knew that she must accompany him through this difficult time. Especially after knowing the hatred he had borne since childhood, she suddenly understood his personality disorder. She could also understand the cold and ruthless nature of his dominant personality—the way he was harsh to everyone, including himself.
