the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 857: Are You That Eager to Leave Me?

The elder of the Leclair family spoke with sadness, his eyes a bit moist, sighing: "This child has been aloof since he was young, only close to his mother. After Alanna’s passing, he seemed to have transformed into another person. I know he’s at fault this time. If you feel uncomfortable, just speak out, and grandpa will stand up for you."

Delphine paused, looking at the elderly man who had reached eighty, not wanting to upset him, and said mildly: "His second personality has appeared again, and his psychological condition might be more severe than we imagined. The immediate priority is to find a trustworthy doctor to treat him."

Delphine withheld the matter of divorce, deciding to resolve it privately with Ignatius Leclair instead.

Upon hearing this, the elder was startled and said, somewhat panicked: "He’s relapsed again?"

Delphine nodded and said: "Arthur White knows the most about this issue. If there’s anything you don’t know, you can directly ask Arthur."

As the person Ignatius Leclair trusts the most, Arthur White indeed knows the most.

The elder couldn’t attend to anything else at this moment, quickly calling Arthur White, asking him to come over overnight.

Delphine saw the elder’s panicked expression, sighed softly, stood up, and went to the rooftop. As soon as she reached the rooftop, she saw Ignatius Leclair standing by the stairway, reaching out to grab her hand, pulling her fiercely into his arms, and said in a deep voice: "You haven’t spoken to me all day."

Delphine was tightly held by him, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at her waist, and in his warm embrace, she had a moment of daze, whispering: "You’re hurting me."

Ignatius Leclair’s body stiffened and then released her, keeping his big hand at her waist, without retracting it.

Delphine had been feeling weak in her limbs for several days. After returning to the Leclair residence and taking medication, she felt better, but being pressed like this still made her slightly dizzy, subconsciously shrinking back. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The man’s eyes sharply contracted, a fierce light flashed at the bottom of them, his hand captured her slender wrist, pulling her into the room, closing the door, pressing her against it, hoarsely saying: "Are you so afraid of me? Eager to leave me?"

Delphine was restrained by the wrist, unable to move, forced to look into his deep eyes, and said coolly: "Anyone would be afraid of you, just look at what you’ve done."

Ignatius Leclair curled his lips in self-mockery, coldly looking at her small, jade-like face, saying coldly: "Even if Griffith Squire returns, don’t even think about divorce unless I’m dead."

Delphine was slightly stunned, incredulously exclaiming: "You’re crazy."

He was crazy, crazy for her. The man’s thin lips pressed together, releasing her, suddenly slamming the door as he exited.

Delphine leaned against the wall with lingering fear, her palms covered in cold sweat.

That night, Delphine slept poorly, dreaming about the scene when she first arrived in the South Seas; everyone laughed at her for being rustic, no one was willing to play with her, they pushed her and hit her, treating her like a little monster. In the dream, she kept running, not daring to stop, as if stopping would mean being caught and eaten by the beast chasing her.

Upon waking, the sky was already faintly bright.

Ignatius Leclair had not returned to sleep. In the small cubicle separated by a screen, the little treasures slept sweetly; she got up, walked over, tucked in the blanket that had slipped off the little treasure, her brows softened, kissed gently on the foreheads of the two beloved treasures.

Griffith Squire arrived in the South Seas the next evening, directly bringing people to the Leclair residence, forcing Ignatius Leclair to hand her over.