the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 822: Scions of Power Flaunting Their Conquests

Perhaps due to the inherent purism, Ignatius Leclair had never liked anyone being close to him since he was a child, and even more so did not like others touching him. In his youth, he liked the scent of his mother, and after growing up, having gotten used to Delphine’s scent, he naturally developed feelings of disgust towards other women.

Among the children of the affluent, not a single one does not take pleasure in romantic pursuits, and they take pride in boasting about the number of women they can attract. For him, if one woman could evoke numerous romantic thoughts, why lower himself to touch another woman? Men generally think that the women outside may not be genuinely clean, so there’s no need to disgust themselves.

Emily Thorne had always been a gentle and considerate woman, and it was the first time she saw the usually gentlemanly and elegant Ignatius Leclair so loud and stern. Her hand, which was suspended in mid-air, stiffened slightly, and then she awkwardly withdrew it, apologetically saying, "I am really sorry about today’s incident. I did not expect it to cause misunderstandings. If you need me to explain, I will make sure to clarify everything."

After seeing Delphine leave with Griffith Squire, and even the car was gone, Ignatius Leclair had no mood to deal with her. Besides, the issues between him and Delphine were not just about this incident, so he mildly said, "No need."

The man finished speaking and got into the car, instructing the driver to return to the villa.

The injuries on Griffith Squire’s face looked frightening. In reality, they were just superficial wounds. Going back to apply some medicine and resting for a while would heal them. Delphine was preoccupied with going back to argue with Ignatius Leclair. When she saw that the car had reached home, she waved at him and said, "I have asked Yeats Howard to send Nicholas and Benjamin to your place. You will take care of the kids for the next couple of days while I argue with Ignatius Leclair."

As soon as Delphine finished speaking, she got out of the car.

Griffith Squire was speechless, pointing at his handsome face which had just been beaten. How was he supposed to explain to those two little mischievous ones? That their most admired uncle was beaten into a pig-headed state by their father? Could it be retaliation for hitting Ignatius Leclair?

Delphine entered the house all the way and headed straight to the study upstairs.

All of Ignatius Leclair’s important items were in the study. Ever since the man decided to stay at her house, he had transformed the study. One whole wall had been turned into a safe with dual protection of biometric fingerprint and password lock.

Ignatius Leclair had never avoided her. Delphine knew the password — while she could not open the inner vault that required fingerprints, she could open the outer safe that used the password.

She opened the safe and looked at a pile of documents, real estate, and his collection of valuable items, and even jewelry. Seeing this, Delphine was enraged; he had never given her any valuable jewelry, except for that diamond ring.

Yet he gave Emily Thorne several properties and even helped her open an art gallery.

Delphine was fuming with rage, sitting at his desk, she opened the computer and printed the divorce agreement, stating that the two children would belong to her, and she would leave with nothing.

Ignatius Leclair, with a cold face, headed home in the car. On the way, he received a call from Yeats Howard, who cautiously reported that Delphine had asked him to take the two children to the Squire Family.

His face instantly darkened and he instructed him to send the two little buns to the Leclair Mansion.

He was not missing any limbs; why would he have Griffith Squire raise his children, hmm?

Upon arriving home, Ignatius Leclair saw that the light in the second-floor study was on, and he unhurriedly went to find the medical kit, applied some pain relief medication on himself, and then went up to the second floor to find his furious wife.

The door of the study’s safe was wide open, and Delphine was sitting at the desk he usually sat at, printing some documents. Her face was palm-sized, exquisitely fair, with big, moist black grape-like eyes which faintly showed hints of tears. Seeing him enter, she threw the printed divorce agreement onto the table with a slap and coldly said, "Divorce."