the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 787: You, who would sell your wife for glory, dare to speak to me?
When the Leclair family’s patriarch returned home, he gazed upon the once lively and bustling red mansion, now weathered and dilapidated. Unable to suppress his emotions, tears streamed down his face.
Ever since the matriarch passed away, warmth had rarely graced this place. The children had scattered to the winds, leaving only him to guard the mansion, safeguarding the ancestral glory wavering amidst the storms.
Nathan Leclair supported the old man as they entered the Leclair Estate. Seeing the spies loitering outside quickly scatter, Nathan’s gaze flickered as he murmured in a low tone, "The doctor said you must avoid extremes of joy or sorrow. With my elder brother absent, should any shameless scoundrels come knocking later, Grandfather, please don’t let them anger you."
The old man chuckled at his words, patting Nathan’s hand and saying, "What’s there to fear? Forget scoundrels; even if Lord Yama comes, I can handle him."
His body only just recovering, the patriarch had rushed back to the Leclair Estate with the intent of standing by his eldest grandson to resolve the pressing matter at hand. The rumors outside had gotten completely out of control, reducing his brilliant and astute grandson to nothing more than a lunatic.
News of the Leclair patriarch’s return spread rapidly through the aristocratic circles. Those who had lingered around the long-empty mansion abandoned their affairs and came to call upon him.
Ignatius Leclair arrived at the mansion with Maximilian and Brock Gray, only to find that half of the prominent figures from the aristocracy were already there. The old man had not opened the formal reception hall but was instead seated in the auxiliary parlor by the fireplace, his face drawn as he sipped his tea. Around him, a clamor of voices tried to persuade him, all revolving around one point: "Your grandson has dual personalities, so he absolutely cannot continue as the family heir."
Few in South Asia were unaware of the patriarch’s blatant favoritism toward his eldest grandson. If the heir he had nurtured so meticulously from childhood were lost in such a manner, the Leclair family would suffer irreparable harm, unable to recover for at least a decade or two. Some even ventured to suggest that the second and third lines of the Leclair family still had children who could step in.
The patriarch coldly scoffed. It was precisely because his eldest grandson was so outstanding that these decrepit old schemers trembled in fear.
The man of noble elegance, his dual personalities accentuating his dangerous charm, stepped into the auxiliary parlor. His tall figure stood at the doorway. Seeing everyone avoid him like the plague, their gazes darting away from his, he curled his lips in a cold sneer. In a deep, magnetic voice, he said, "Uncles and elders who are normally so elusive, how is it that all of you have gathered at the Leclair family estate today? Is it to pay respects to the patriarch?"
Now that the main player had arrived, all eyes turned to the youngest heir of the Yeager family, Jocelyn Yeager, who had been sitting steadily off to one side. At present, the Yeager family was the only entity with enough power to truly challenge the Leclair family.
Jocelyn Yeager raised his eyes, his handsome face devoid of expression, and gave a faint smile. "The Leclair family has always been the face of the South Asian aristocracy. Today we come because that reputation has been tarnished, and we are here to scrape away the rot and heal the wounds."
"Young master Leclair, perhaps you should clarify: which personality is speaking to us now? Let us get acquainted, so we don’t mistakenly call you by the wrong name."
At these words, a collective shudder ran through the crowd. It was indeed terrifying. Over the years, they’d all thought the Leclair Crown Prince was a capricious, sinister individual with ruthless methods. Who would have guessed he turned out to be a madman?
Ignatius Leclair’s almond-shaped eyes glimmered with profound coldness as he replied coolly, "Young master Yeager, I fear you’re not qualified to meet my other personality. A bastard child who relied on shady, disgraceful tactics to drive the true matriarch and elder brother to their deaths, selling his wife for glory—that disgrace would dare speak to me?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
His voice was icy, dripping with violent hostility, raking Jocelyn with a brutal verbal onslaught. His sharp gaze swept across the room, firmly landing on the greedy and hypocritical faces of those present.
The oppressive aura Ignatius Leclair had cultivated within aristocratic circles over the years was undeniable. The once noisy auxiliary parlor abruptly fell silent. Those caught under his gaze instinctively averted their eyes, filled with unease and trepidation.
