the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 887: Does This Mean Agreeing to Divorce?

"Just now, Griffith Squire’s lawyer assisted Miss Delphine in filing for divorce in court," Arthur White said, holding his breath.

The tall man’s body suddenly stiffened, then he leaned back in the rear seat, pressing his aching temple with his hand. That piercing headache, sharp as a drill, flared up again as if it wanted to burrow into his brain.

Earlier, he coldly and domineeringly told Jocelyn Yeager that the butcher’s knife of the South Sea family had always been in his hand, and yet his knife was no less in someone else’s hand.

Divorce? This is indeed something Delphine could do. This marriage had long been coerced by him. He wasn’t good to her—either forcing or deceiving her. How could she not know when she’s so intelligent; she just chose to say nothing.

Yet he favored this silence, the seemingly indifferent demeanor of hers that was actually gentle and calm.

Arthur White cautiously looked at Mr. Leclair, seeing his knitted brow, and quickly said, "Mr. Leclair, is your headache acting up again? How about going to the United Kingdom for treatment first? Let the fourth one accompany you, and press on with the divorce matter later. This isn’t something that can be resolved quickly."

Knowing Mr. Leclair’s character, even if the divorce doesn’t come to fruition, or does, he would certainly split half for Delphine Carter.

Just taking inventory of assets would take at least a month.

Ignatius Leclair waved his hand and said in a low voice, "List all the assets under my name; I need to review them soon."

Arthur White was taken aback, nearly dropping his glasses. Is he agreeing to the divorce?

"Return to the Leclair mansion. If it’s late, Benjamin surely won’t be happy." After saying this, the man closed his eyes and leaned back to rest, his expression calm, with only the press of his thin lips conveying a hint of displeased darkness.

Arthur White nodded, driving back to the Leclair mansion. Recently, little Miss Benjamin had completely taken charge over Mr. Leclair, not only monitoring his meals and sleep but also frequently coming over to act cute. Amid the tense South Sea situation, having such an adorable child around makes not just Mr. Leclair, but all of them feel less stressed than usual.

Members of the think tank cherish this tender little Miss deeply, even hoping that should she inherit Mr. Leclair’s fortune, she might outperform him.

Upon returning to the Leclair mansion, the man got out of the car, and sure enough, saw the little girl waiting at the entrance of the side hall.

Benjamin Leclair was on summer vacation recently; she didn’t want to do her homework nor play outside, sticking to him all day, even wanting to control his meal times and meetings. Sometimes, if the meetings lasted too long, the little girl would come over, hands on hips, angrily saying, "Daddy, Benjamin is obedient, you are not."

Ignatius Leclair has spent a lifetime managing others, including the elderly majority of the time. Now, being managed by a five-year-old girl with everyone around him happily accepting it, fostered a peculiar feeling. He didn’t scowl or pinch the little girl’s cheeks; he didn’t reprimand her with parental authority. Most of the time, he listened to her.

Now, only this little girl left by her side remains with him. With her gone, he listens to his little girl.

Benjamin Leclair, sitting at the entrance of the side hall, spotted her daddy’s tall figure from afar. Gleefully, she bounced from the chair and ran over, hugging the man’s leg sweetly, saying softly, "Daddy, Uncle says we’re having barbecue tonight."