the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 200: Everyone said she couldn’t get over the child’s issue and committed suicide.

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Everyone said she couldn’t get over the child’s issue and committed suicide.

The Yeager Family estate, a remote cabin away from the main building, half-hidden among the lush trees that block out the sky.

Jocelyn Yeager entered the cabin, drew the curtains, and as daylight streamed through the window, he said mildly, "Young Master Leclair, please wait a moment."

Ignatius Leclair stood in front of the cabin, silent and cold.

Jocelyn Yeager’s people soon brought in a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. Her skin was slightly dark, her features plain and unremarkable, with deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and cracked skin. She seemed timid upon entering, and with a single glance, Ignatius Leclair could tell she was Asian but not from Southeast Asia.

"Maya, this is a family member of Delphine. I would trouble you to convey the matters you told me that day to this gentleman," Jocelyn Yeager said to the woman courteously, his words gentle and warm.

It was Maya’s first time in such a grand estate; everything she saw was luxurious and exquisite. Her hometown was not only poor but also engulfed in war. Arriving here, weary from her journey, she felt inferior and cautious upon meeting the gentle and jade-like Jocelyn Yeager. Seeing the noble, handsome, and stern man before her, she was so shocked she didn’t know where to place her hands and feet until she heard he was a family member of Delphine, which calmed her somewhat.

"Hello, sir," Maya bowed slightly, not daring to meet his gaze, speaking carefully. Her Chinese carried a heavy accent and sounded a bit awkward, but there were no communication barriers.

"When did you meet Delphine?" Ignatius Leclair’s cold and sharp gaze scrutinized her from her dark skin down to the gray marks under her fingernails. A woman in a cannibalistic place like the Golden Triangle, even as a medic, could only be considered as a nurse. It was clear this woman had been toiling hard and living in poverty for years.

"Five years ago," Maya said, hunching over a bit with some trepidation, "Back then, her name was Little Gua, given by Griffith Squire."

Maya’s plump body shuddered slightly, and she lowered her head even more.

"Shibua was Griffith Squire’s alias. The locals feared him and dared not call him by name, so they called him Shibua," Jocelyn Yeager said lightly, a faint smile on his lips. In such ignorant backward places ruled by military power, someone like Griffith Squire, who tied military power and myth together, was indeed a master of power manipulation.

Maya listened as they openly discussed the feared Mr. Griffith, her plump body shrinking into a straight line, continuing to speak honestly, "At that time, Miss Leah was very ill. One day, Mr. Griffith went out and returned with a few female war captives and some spoils, among them was Little Gua. The female captives were to be turned, turned into military prostitutes, but Little Gua was fortunate enough to be favored by Mr. Griffith."

Maya stammered as she recounted what she knew.

"Because Little Gua could speak Chinese like me, she was sent to take care of Miss Leah. Mr. Griffith was very fond of Little Gua, and everyone said she was lucky and would soon have good days.

After two months, Little Gua became pregnant. Mr. Griffith and Miss Leah were very happy, but her health was so weak that soon the child was miscarried, there was a lot of blood at the time, and she almost lost her life. After that, we hardly saw Little Gua, and everyone said she couldn’t get over the child’s matter and, and, committed suicide."

Inside the cabin, only Maya’s stammering voice could be heard, so quiet it seemed even the air was frozen.

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