the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 779: Me or Him, Who Do You Choose?

Yeats Howard swaggered into the side lounge, catching sight of his dainty little auntie, who looked as fragile as a porcelain doll, guiding two tiny kids to wash their faces and hands. His little uncle gazed at the trio like a love-struck fool. Yeats couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration, exclaiming, "Wow, it’s practically raining red petals here." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Yeats collapsed onto the plush sofa and theatrically shouted, "Uncle, for the sake of me bringing back these two little ancestors who are a total handful, reward me with some tea!"

Ignatius Leclair withdrew his gaze, turning his attention to the playful heir who was nearing thirty but still lived a reckless life. His sharp eyebrows furrowed abruptly, and he said coldly, "Yeats, has the old matriarch been pressuring you to get married lately?"

Yeats shot up like a startled cat, draping his arm over his uncle’s shoulder. His nose and eyebrows crumpled into a distressed mess as he began to vent, "Uncle, I’m honestly at my wit’s end! I can’t go back to the Howard Family anymore. My parents and the old matriarch want nothing more than to tie a bow around me and toss me into a pile of women. It’s downright terrifying."

Ignatius nodded leisurely and said nonchalantly, "I’ll help the old matriarch find a few matches who can keep you in check."

The man patted Yeats’s shoulder, curled his lips into a faint smile, and asked, "Still want that tea?"

Yeats shook his head miserably but suddenly realized he was learning from Benjamin. His body stiffened, and he quickly perked up, plastering on a smile as he offered obsequiously, "Let me make the tea! Uncle, what kind of tea do you want? I’ll even massage your shoulders—my skills are top-notch, guaranteed to give you a royal experience."

Ignatius snorted coolly, rolled up his sleeves with an air of effortless grace, and headed off to cook for his wife and kids.

With two chatty, adorable kids in the house, Delphine no longer had as much time or energy to indulge in aimless overthinking. When she saw Ignatius start sleeping in the guest room, the added sense of distance gave her a breath of relief.

But it was something Simplon said that forced her to confront the matter head-on.

After dinner, Yeats took the two little ones out to play, while Delphine tugged at Ignatius’s sleeve, wanting to talk.

The man nodded, switched on the garden’s pathway lights, and sat in the lounge area surrounded by jade-green trees and blossoms. The sky hadn’t fully darkened yet, and the soft orange glow from both the setting sun and the ground lights bathed the little garden in a warm, dim serenity.

Delphine hesitated, unsure of how to begin. Recently, Ignatius had been showing a "puppy-like" side of himself, making it impossible for her to push him away. After all, he was the father of her two children.

However, Simplon’s words had revealed an unsettling truth—that the primary personality could never be permanently suppressed by any secondary personality. This left her with a growing sense of dread. Even though it was the same face, whenever it was Ignatius who appeared, she found herself unable to accept it deep down.

Delphine sat on the soft tatami mat, tangled in thoughts on how to begin.

The man had already caught every flicker of doubt in her expression. His deep phoenix eyes shone like ink as he murmured, "Don’t be afraid. For now, I can still keep him under control. If it gets worse, I’ll keep taking the medication."

His gaze was restrained, his demeanor a loyal puppy-dog meeting her doubts head-on. Every word Delphine had been planning to say to suggest a temporary separation jammed in her throat. She couldn’t bring herself to say it anymore.

Ignatius’s handsome features flickered in the transition between day and dusk, his expression steeped in a complex, enigmatic emotion. He spoke in a low voice, "Delphine, if he wakes up—when faced with two personalities—who would you choose to live, and who would you choose to die?"

Delphine froze, realizing that to protect Shen, she might have to completely suppress the primary personality, forcing Ignatius into eternal darkness, never to resurface. Would she really go so far as to wait for his eventual demise?

That would practically be murder.