the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 88: Waking Up to the Handsome and Silent Face of a Man

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Waking Up to the Handsome and Silent Face of a Man

Ignatius Leclair paused for a moment, his eyes dark and deep. If he had not returned, leaving Delphine Carter to spend the night in the wine cellar, by morning, she wouldn’t have died from her injuries; she would have frozen to death.

Thinking of this, the man reached out to touch her delicate face, his eyes flickering with a trace of hostility and an indefinable emotion.

"This won’t happen again," he promised in a low, solemn voice.

Most of the staff at the Leclair Manor had been under Stone Leclair’s influence before, and Ignatius hadn’t cared to intervene. But after this incident, he not only replaced all the bodyguards with his own people but also had the butler personally hire new servants. He used blood-soaked and violent tactics to warn Stone Leclair that no one at Leclair Manor would ever pose a threat to her again.

Delphine remained silent, her face pale, as she looked drained and despondent.

Stone Leclair had long been known for beating their mother, and now he had turned his violence on her. Bessie Leclair resented her intensely, and such incidents were not going to stop anytime soon.

Ignatius Leclair’s thoughts toward her have grown increasingly cryptic and difficult to decipher. Relying on others was ultimately a losing strategy; she needed to find a way to take control of her own destiny and free herself from her current predicament as soon as possible.

"Young Master, why are you standing here?" Aunt Li’s voice called out from the doorway.

Delphine looked up to see Isaac Leclair standing at the door. The young boy’s face was somewhat pale, his big dark eyes glistening as if he had been wronged.

"Sister." Isaac stepped inside, stopping three paces from the bed, and called out uneasily, "Sister, the butler said that you and Mommy are both sick."

When the incident happened, the old butler’s first priority was to isolate the young master.

Growing up in an environment like Leclair Manor, Isaac had become rather precocious and exceptionally sensible. He didn’t cry or make a fuss; he simply waited calmly for everything to settle down. Once he heard that his beautiful sister and Mommy were sick, he couldn’t hold back any longer and stood at the door, unsure whether to go in.

Delphine hesitated slightly before stretching out her hand and rasping, "Sister’s fine. Why are you here?"

Isaac glanced at his older brother and, seeing that Ignatius didn’t send him away, he happily padded over, trying to snuggle close to Delphine.

Ignatius reached out and grabbed the back of the young boy’s collar, his voice indifferent as he said, "Sister isn’t feeling well; you can’t touch her."

"Oh." The young boy looked reluctantly at Delphine, his pale face showing a trace of worry upon seeing her pallor.

Aunt Li carried in a bowl of porridge and promptly shooed the two strikingly handsome men to the side with a smile, saying, "Miss Delphine, have some porridge; otherwise, your body won’t handle it."

Seeing her so weak, Ignatius instructed Aunt Li to feed her the porridge. Then, with his large hand, he grabbed Isaac and carried him out of the room.

Isaac looked up at his cold and aloof brother, seething with frustration but not daring to protest as he was hauled out of the bedroom.

Delphine drank the porridge and soon drifted off to sleep again.

Her fever continued to fluctuate. Whenever she woke up, she would either see a doctor in his fifties using instruments to examine her or the silent, handsome face of Ignatius Leclair.

The man would mostly keep vigil at her bedside, dressed in light-colored loungewear, lazily reading a book, his posture effortlessly composed.

When she woke, he would touch her forehead to check her temperature, his attitude neither cold nor warm, leaving her unable to discern his thoughts.

Delphine felt that Leclair Manor was eerily quiet, completely unaware that while she was asleep, the entire household had been turned upside down, swept clean by Ignatius’s drastic measures.

Stone Leclair, in a fit of rage, moved out of the manor, while Bessie Leclair was locked up for four days and suffered greatly. She dared not return home to provoke Ignatius again, and the others wouldn’t even think of crossing him.