the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 118: Indeed, an Ingrate Who Remains Ungrateful Despite Being Raised

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Indeed, an Ingrate Who Remains Ungrateful Despite Being Raised

Delphine raised her eyes and looked at the people gathering around. The women’s eyes were filled with schadenfreude, and as for the men, they were simply eager to watch the drama unfold.

This situation wasn’t difficult to resolve, but whether it was Ignatius Leclair or Griffith Squire present in the room, she didn’t wish to lower her head and seek support from either.

"Miss Carter, there’s no need for a body search. You only need to empty out the contents of your handbag for us to take a look. If the necklace isn’t there, I’ll personally apologize to you," Yvonne Wade restrained the smile tugging at her lips and, for once, spoke graciously in a polite tone.

That Red Diamond Necklace was something she had personally seen being placed inside.

"Refusing the search means there’s a guilty conscience."

"I didn’t think it would really be her who stole it."

With a signal from Yvonne Wade, two women beside her acted quickly, stepping forward to conduct the search.

Delphine watched as these women coordinated perfectly, pressing her handbag tightly against herself. Her voice was cold as she said, "Though I don’t bear the Leclair surname, I’ve lived in the Leclair residence for years. You can’t just search me as you please. Yvonne Wade, is it your idea or your father’s idea for the Wade Family to challenge the Leclair Family?"

Those words, an outright exercise of power, caused a subtle flicker in the eyes of the crowd, prompting them to quietly speculate. Could it be that the Wade Family was indeed at odds with the Leclair Family?

Yvonne Wade was livid. Glancing at Bessie Leclair, who was spectating idly on the sidelines, she couldn’t expose her. Instead, she shouted coquettishly, "Delphine Carter, even if you’re borrowing the power of the Leclair Family today, I’m not afraid of you. If you hadn’t taken my necklace, I wouldn’t have to search your bag. Don’t distort the truth and damage the relationship between the Wade Family and the Leclair Family!"

"Delphine, if you truly took Yvonne’s necklace, just return it to her. If you need anything, you can simply ask me back home. Why cause such a commotion in front of all these people?" Bessie Leclair stepped forward, her soft, sugary voice adding fuel to the fire.

Bessie had been observing for quite some time and noted that her older brother hadn’t intervened. Her heart soared with joy—was her brother already tired of this wretched woman so soon? Since this incident was instigated by Yvonne Wade, even if her brother got angry afterward, it wouldn’t reflect poorly on her.

Bessie’s words essentially represented the stance of the Leclair Family.

Delphine was caught in a dilemma. She lowered her gaze; her face turned pale, and her long, curled lashes fluttered lightly like small fans.

Griffith Squire glanced toward the second floor, noting the lack of movement there. His peach blossom eyes narrowed, his expression a blend of amusement and contemplation as he observed Ignatius Leclair, who sat silently.

Ignatius’s face darkened, his eyes filled with suppressed anger. That fool hadn’t even looked his way once. She’d rather endure public humiliation than seek his protection. Truly an ungrateful wretch, a heartless creature.

Even in his fury, Ignatius watched as the women beside Yvonne Wade moved to conduct the search. He let out a cold laugh and indifferently spoke: "Delphine Carter, come here."

His voice was low and carried a faint trace of anger.

Bessie was ecstatic—her brother had indeed grown tired of Delphine. His reaction clearly indicated he was furious.

Griffith’s smile faded, replaced by thoughtful contemplation.

The onlookers were taken aback—was Ignatius himself going to step into this matter? Everyone had heard about how he had a terrible relationship with his stepmother, and, by extension, also detested the stepmother’s tagalong child.

Such a shame for someone so beautiful.

Delphine trembled slightly when she heard Ignatius speak. After the incident at Cloud Summit, the two had been engaged in a cold war for three days.

She remained motionless.

Ignatius’s gaze grew colder as he began striding forward with his long, straight legs. The crowd instinctively cleared a path for him.

"Did you take the necklace?" His voice was icy and devoid of emotion. He lowered his gaze to her off-the-shoulder gown, visibly frustrated—he almost wanted to rip off his jacket and cover up that damned expanse of fair skin.