the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 757: Wanting to Turn the Southern Seas Upside Down
Ignatius Leclair gazed at her intently, the ice in his eyes melting slightly. He reached out and grasped her delicate hand, as if that slender hand could provide him with endless strength. He feared nothing—nothing except her leaving him.
He knew exactly what evidence Stone Leclair had in his possession, and he also understood that this was just the beginning. The truly fatal move had yet to come.
"Big Brother, how’s Grandfather?" Nathan Leclair finally arrived, leaning casually against the wall, breaking the heavy silence between the two with his words. He looked at them calmly.
On his way over, he had run into Griffith Squire. That man exuded danger from head to toe, a sinister aura emanating from deep within his bones. His cold gaze fixed on Nathan, as if eyeing a piece of meat already caught between his jaws.
Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he watched their interlocked hands. This scene was clearly different from what he had pictured.
When Ignatius noticed his arrival, he rose to his feet. His gaze sharp and icy, he said impassively, "Grandfather is getting old. His heart condition has always been unstable, and now he’s still under emergency care. Nathan, he is your biological grandfather." If it hadn’t been for Nathan pulling the strings behind the scenes, how could Jocelyn Yeager’s little play have gone off so smoothly?
Nathan’s smile grew even brighter, carrying a hint of amusement as he slowly savored those words—biological grandfather. But a grandfather who had always favored Big Brother, giving him the best of everything from childhood to now. Nathan had never cared much about it, but after so many years, it had started to fester in his heart.
"I was running cleanup, that’s why I arrived late," Nathan said, feigning ignorance of the underlying meanings in his brother’s words. "When Grandfather wakes up, I’ll make sure to stay by his side day and night."
Ignatius let out a cold snort, standing tall. His imposing figure, noble and unyielding, immediately crushed Nathan’s carefree playboy demeanor. In a chilly tone, he said, "Jocelyn Yeager is an ungrateful wolf. You’ve raised this wolf, and yet you’re not afraid it will bite the hand that feeds it one day."
"Big Brother, are you misunderstanding something?" Nathan responded with an unruffled smile. "After you left, I questioned Jocelyn. The name Joseph Lloyd came from Melody Cloud, and from there, she deduced the events involving Aunt from years ago. Over the years, you’ve destroyed the Wade Family and Cloud Family and have suppressed the Yeager Family at every turn. It’s no surprise they’ve joined forces, aiming to drive a wedge between you and Father. As for Uncle accusing you of attempted murder, I know even less—I’ve long been pushed out of these family circles and only returned to Nanyang this year."
With a mocking detachment, Nathan smirked, "The harmonious pretense of the Leclair Family—if it’s torn apart, so be it. That patchwork lie, stitched together for decades, reeks with a sour stench. It’s disgusting."
Ignatius’s expression remained severe, his deep gaze fixed on him for a long moment before he finally said coldly, "You can go back now. I’ll stay here and look after Grandfather."
Nathan held his gaze for a moment, his eyes briefly sweeping over Delphine before nodding. Without another word, he turned and left the hospital.
As soon as Nathan was gone, Ignatius tightened his grip on Delphine’s hand. Though her face appeared composed, the fear and unease flickering in her gaze betrayed her inner turmoil. Unsure of what she was thinking, Ignatius leaned closer, pulling her into his arms. In a low voice, he said, "I’m sorry. Tonight, I had originally planned to introduce you to everyone, but instead, you had to witness such an ugly scene." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Fathers who don’t act as fathers. Sons torn from their filial roles. Brothers at each other’s throats. Power struggles. Betrayals between husbands and wives. The ugliness of the human heart laid bare.
Ignatius held her tightly against his chest, his phoenix eyes half-closed, revealing a trace of cold determination. Let them try to bring him down—it wouldn’t be that easy.
Delphine had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two men, quickly realizing the gravity of the situation. Nathan and Jocelyn were clearly colluding, intending to throw Nanyang into chaos.
