the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 99: The Pretty Girl Who Went Out, Now Covered in Dust

In the afternoon, he had just seen Delphine off, when he received news that she had been attacked by members of the Yeager Family. At the same time, a scandal involving the Yeager Family that had stirred for nearly a month had taken a new turn.

Ignatius Leclair’s expression darkened to the extreme as he immediately drove to the hospital.

Following behind him, Maximilian quickly made several calls, compiling all the available information before cautiously speaking up. "Mr. Leclair, Miss Delphine was filming today at the Suburban Outskirts, coincidentally near the psychiatric hospital where Reginald Yeager’s biological mother resides."

Maximilian glanced at Mr. Leclair’s unpredictable expression and continued to report: "After Reginald Yeager lost his influence, he disappeared from sight. Somehow, the eldest son of the Yeager Family found out about Reginald’s mother and led a group of men to confront her. In the ensuing chaos, they encountered Miss Delphine. Miss Delphine, in an effort to protect Reginald’s mother, ended up getting hit by Leo Yeager. Reginald Yeager, in turn, was gravely injured while saving Miss Delphine and is now hospitalized."

Ignatius Leclair’s face grew even darker. He let out a cold laugh—it was remarkable how such coincidences always seemed to occur.

Delphine had stayed home for over a month without stepping outside, and the moment she did, she coincidentally bumped into Jocelyn Yeager and his mother. And, moreover, she was saved by Jocelyn.

"A wolf in sheep’s clothing, harboring ulterior motives." Ignatius Leclair’s fury clouded his brow as he grimly ordered, "Investigate the personnel responsible for Delphine’s filming today."

Maximilian felt a chill run through him. He immediately understood and swiftly arranged for his subordinates to investigate the staff at Z Magazine who organized the photoshoot.

What Mr. Leclair implied was that this entire incident was orchestrated by Reginald Yeager, and it was nothing less than a ploy of self-inflicted suffering.

In truth, this was not merely a setup targeting Delphine; it was also a calculated counterattack aimed at the Yeager Family’s internal power struggles that had plagued their high-society status recently. By the time Ignatius Leclair arrived at the hospital, the arrangements had already been made—his people had gained control of the premises.

Jocelyn Yeager and his mother were both in the operating room. Delphine sat outside in a daze, looking lost. Her phone kept ringing, but she did not answer.

The events had unfolded too quickly for her to process, and before she could react, she found herself at the hospital.

Delphine had not been sitting for long when she caught sight of a pair of impeccably tailored trouser legs. She raised her gaze, and Ignatius Leclair’s strikingly handsome face revealed no trace of emotion. He leaned down, scrutinized her briefly, then furrowed his brows deeply.

The once radiant young woman who left home earlier was now dusty and disheveled. Her clothes bore traces of blood, and her small, delicate face looked blank and hollow. Ignatius Leclair lifted her arm, prompting Delphine to gasp softly—there was some pain.

His frown deepened as he rolled up her sleeve, revealing a snow-white arm marred by abrasions. Unable to suppress his anger, he clenched his jaw.

"Come home with me."

Delphine instinctively shook her head and glanced toward the emergency room. Jocelyn Yeager was still inside, and she couldn’t leave. If Jocelyn hadn’t shielded her at the last moment, the person lying inside would likely have been her instead.

Ignatius Leclair’s thin lips pressed into a firm line as his eyes narrowed dangerously. Maximilian and the others had already retreated far into the background, leaving the vast hallway with only the two of them.

"Jocelyn Yeager was injured protecting you—you’re feeling sorry for him?" Ignatius Leclair seized her delicate chin and spoke coldly.

Delphine turned away, a flicker of weariness glinting in her eyes. It had always been like this. Ignatius Leclair was forever arrogant, always standing on high. Even when he desired her, he would force her to plead for him. Their relationship had never been one of equals. After spending so long in a submissive role, an aching exhaustion clouded her feelings, leaving her no desire to conceal them anymore.

"If it were you lying in there, I’d feel the same way," she replied flatly.