the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 770: The Man Braves the Rain to Go Home and Cook for Her
Outside the court stood layers upon layers of journalists and media personnel.
Although the trial was broadcast live, the intensity of the case sent shivers down the spines of viewers; one could only imagine the emotions of those attending in person.
Ignatius Leclair left directly, escorted by his legal team.
Jocelyn Yeager stared at the man’s departing figure, his face ashen, gripping the armrest tightly, veins bulging. Fair enough— even if Ignatius was acquitted, his dissociative identity disorder was now public knowledge. He could never again be the heir of the Leclair Family.
It was inevitable that the era of the Yeager Family had arrived. In this game, he continued to be the victor.
Jocelyn glanced at the languid Nathan Leclair, who had risen and stretched lazily. The other man stuffed his hands into his pockets, a casual and indifferent expression plastered across his face. Scoffing coldly, Jocelyn led his people out.
"Mr. Leclair, there’s a mob of reporters outside the court—it’s completely surrounded!" Having just secured the victory, Maximilian still carried a trace of joy on his face. He playfully punched Brock Gray’s chest and praised him, "Good job, kid. You’ve got some skill after all."
Brock Gray exited the courtroom, his shirt drenched in sweat. Maximilian’s punch pulled him out of his dazed state— the victory had been perilously close. Though Ignatius remained composed as ever, Brock and the team had felt like they’d hung their heads on the chopping block. If Ignatius had been incarcerated, they wouldn’t have been able to rest easy for even a day.
"Have them disperse the reporters," the man spoke coldly, eyes glued to his phone. Nearly eight hours had passed since the incident. Even the exhausted trial officers had paused for a recess midway. Yet Delphine had neither shown up nor made a single phone call.
A hint of darkness flickered across Ignatius’s face.
Maximilian’s jaw dropped at the command. Seeing Ignatius’s grim expression, he quickly nodded and arranged for people to clear out the reporters.
Delphine had watched the entire trial on her computer. Closing the screen, she returned to her room in a daze, starting to sort through her old belongings.
She carefully organized her well-worn leather-bound journals, postcards, ticket stubs, and photographs—mementos of her past travels. Alongside Leah’s jewelry box, she packed them into a suitcase.
The sky hung in a twilight limbo, clouds gathering on the horizon, heralding an impending storm.
After packing up, she descended the stairs, crossed her arms, and stood under the porch, gazing at the verdant mountains and the road stretching into the distance.
In her youth, she would sit in this courtyard, staring longingly toward the alley and beyond. She had always dreamed of someday leaving home for faraway places, like a tireless wanderer. But the longer she traveled, the clearer it became that she could never truly return.
Half an hour later, a downpour erupted, gales whipping through the air. Delphine slid shut the garden’s glass doors and moved into the living room. She watched as Ignatius’s Bentley slowly pulled up on the lawn. He stepped out of the car, grabbed his assistant’s black umbrella, dismissed everyone, and strode through the rain to the house. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Delphine stood in the corridor and watched him, half of his body soaked by rain, without uttering a word.
Ignatius folded the umbrella, then removed his drenched coat. Seeing her standing in the corridor clad only in a beige cashmere pullover and cotton trousers, her frame slim and delicate, her jet-black eyes carrying a hint of confusion, he was seized by the urge to embrace her fiercely—if not for his soggy clothing.
"Have you eaten? I’ll make you dinner, alright?" The handsome man smiled faintly, fresh off a perilous trial and drenched by the rain—yet his sole concern was whether she had eaten.
