the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 884: If Not for You, I’d Suspect He Had No Desires at All

"But Ignatius’s illness can’t be delayed." Maximilian said with some urgency.

"What does Reginald say?" Arthur White asked.

"He stays in the lab all day. You know how he is; if he hasn’t thought it through or isn’t confident, he won’t say a word." Some time ago, Reginald was called back to the South Seas, and Maximilian, being quite close to him, also couldn’t get any information out of him.

"Then let’s find a few more brain specialists for a joint consultation." Arthur White hugged the confidential documents in his arms, a cryptic gleam flashing under his glasses. Ignatius’s illness lay in his heart; as long as there were no obstacles with Miss Delphine, the treatment would naturally follow.

But both of them need time to calm down. For now, we can only stall.

A few days later, Pan Wen and the mother-child duo formally sued Jocelyn Yeager, and Bessie Leclair, whose injuries were not serious, made a point of being discharged to see Jocelyn’s fate.

With the Leclair Family orchestrating behind the scenes, there was overwhelming evidence, also involving commercial crime, and the sum of Jocelyn Yeager’s charges amounted to more than ten years of sentencing.

Delphine felt somewhat downhearted upon hearing the news.

"A ten-year sentence is considered light. I thought Ignatius would make him stay in for life, never to come out." Griffith Squire brought back the news and, seeing Delphine’s expression, said, "Don’t feel bad for him. People walk their own paths. He was already unrecognizable in front of you, let alone behind your back. If we talk about original sin, it’s only because power and wealth blinded him to his conscience."

Delphine nodded and said, "It’s just a bit poignant. In youth, he was such a refreshing and gentle person. I thought we were in the same situation, the same kind of people."

One was a foster child of a prominent family, the other an illegitimate child, yet they walked completely different paths and met completely different ends.

"Although I’ve clashed with Ignatius Leclair numerous times over the years, I must admit that this man is a wily old fox; he’s also a person with principles and integrity. Reginald Yeager’s downfall was indeed due to Ignatius’s scheming, but it was also because he let himself be caught with leverage, willingly jumping into the fire." Griffith Squire said with a fair tone.

"Ignatius Leclair has held power for over a decade. Those trying to take him down are as numerous as fish in a river, and the methods used against him are countless times more sophisticated than this, yet he never fell into a trap. In the face of power, women, and money, he remains unmoved. If not for your presence, I’d suspect this man is a statue devoid of desire."

Griffith Squire, who mingled in the Golden Triangle in earlier years and is now involved in the black-market arms trade, might be sentenced to over a hundred years for his listed crimes. In recent years, after the survival crisis passed, he intentionally cleaned up his act, no longer crossing legal lines, and his arms dealings cooperated with the Military District, secretly serving the country, gradually gaining a special status internationally.

To hold high office and maintain self-control and discipline requires a strong will. For this reason, Griffith Squire had some admiration for Ignatius Leclair.

Delphine watched as he praised Ignatius and remained silent, then said softly, "I think I’ll file for divorce in the next few days."

It’s a way to sever this karmic tie. After years of entanglement, the grudges are hard to disentangle, better to cut them cleanly, and start anew. As for what comes next, that will be left to chance.

"I’ll arrange for a lawyer." Griffith Squire nodded. Delphine’s marriage to Ignatius Leclair was unbalanced in status. Since it was unfair, it’s better to dissolve it and start over.