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Chapter 86 This Woman Is Not Only Delicate but Also Weak

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 This Woman Is Not Only Delicate but Also Weak

Stone Leclair’s illness had been lingering for years. No one could pinpoint exactly when it began. Whenever it flared up, he would become irritable and restless, and no amount of therapy or medication seemed to help.

Eventually, Stone discovered that acts of violence alleviated his symptoms. From then on, he stopped seeing doctors altogether. Whenever the illness struck, he would lock himself at home and wait a few days until it subsided.

This time, Stone remembered that he not only struck Beatrice Carter but seemed to have hit Delphine Carter as well. However, he didn’t give it much thought. He got up, changed his clothes, and resumed his usual composed and scholarly appearance.

When he opened the door, two bodyguards standing outside stated blankly, "Master Ignatius said, sir, that you are not well enough to go out yet."

Stone’s expression changed as he barked angrily, "Move aside."

The bodyguards stood unwavering.

As the standoff continued, a man descended the stairs leisurely. Dressed in casual loungewear, his face was sharp and handsome, carrying a cold elegance. With a dignified and poised smile, he remarked, "It seems Mr. Leclair has regained his senses?"

"You wretched child, can you not even call me ’Father’?" Stone roared, furious.

Ignatius Leclair waved a hand, signaling the bodyguards to retreat. The father and son stood alone in the corridor, locking cold gazes in a tense confrontation.

Ignatius had followed his mother to settle in the United Kingdom when he was six years old. At twenty-two, he returned to Southeast Asia with dual master’s degrees. During those sixteen years, he never had a father in his life—especially not one like Stone Leclair, whose womanizing ways contributed to his mother’s early demise. Towards such a father, Ignatius felt nothing but disdain, devoid of respect.

Ignatius’s lips curved into a faint, disdainful smirk as he spoke coolly, "I couldn’t care less about your sordid messes. Whether it’s your penchant for domestic violence or a symptom of your illness, let me be clear about one thing: if you so much as harm a single hair on that Carter girl ever again, I’ll take one of your arms. Southeast Asia is vast—I’d like to see just how many arms you have for me to take."

A threat, an utterly naked threat.

Stone was trembling with rage, his voice quaking as he shouted, "You wretched child! You’ve grown bold! Do you forget that when you returned, it was my support that paved the way for where you are today?"

Ignatius sneered coldly, the curve of his lips becoming even more rigid. When he returned, Stone’s biggest concern had been whether Ignatius would try to contest his inheritance, hadn’t it?

Back then, his mother had taken him far away to the United Kingdom. The old master of the Leclair Family, harboring deep guilt, wanted to compensate Ignatius doubly upon his return. His attention and regard for Ignatius far surpassed that for any other member of the Leclair Family.

In the Leclair Family, the person who wielded the most power and influence had always been the old master. Even if Stone was the local overlord of Southeast Asia, he dared not challenge the old man’s authority.

Looking at Ignatius’s poised and unperturbed demeanor, Stone couldn’t help but recall how his son’s influence had grown in recent years, so much so that even he felt increasingly constrained. His tone instantly softened as he said, "How can there be grudges overnight between father and son? That little girl has always been insolent and unruly; I was merely disciplining her, teaching her to know her place."

Ignatius narrowed his eyes, letting out a chilling laugh.

Maximilian came up the stairs and reported in a low voice, "Master Ignatius, everything has been taken care of."

Ignatius nodded and instructed him to take the rest of the night off. He then turned to his father, curving his lips in a pointed reminder, "Instead of spending your time disciplining a little girl, perhaps you should check whether those arms of yours are still salvageable."

With those words, the man lazily turned and walked away.

Stone’s expression shifted as he hurried downstairs. Before he could even check his phone, the Leclair household’s landline rang. His trusted secretary frantically reported that something had gone wrong.

That night, Stone smashed every antique piece of furniture left in the side hall.

Listening from above to the commotion below, Ignatius sneered and instructed the butler to make a detailed list of the damages. He added that everything would be charged to Stone and reported to the old master.

Returning to his bedroom, the man’s smile vanished. Sitting at the bedside, he looked at the unconscious Delphine. Gently, he reached out, stroking her pale, delicate face. Lowering his head, he rested his forehead lightly against hers and spoke hoarsely, "Delphine, does it hurt less this way?"

The woman on the bed remained unconscious. Occasionally, her body involuntarily contracted into a curled-up position from the pain.

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