the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 913: Her Choice Has Always Been Ignatius Leclair

Delphine wandered aimlessly along the stream, traversing the mountainous woods, the brook scattered with pebbles. She climbed up a nearby hill and sat on the grassy ground, gazing at the distant mountains, hugging her knees, pondering the many events of the past decade.

At fifteen, she entered the Leclair Residence. After her foster mother’s death, Stone Leclair went to prison, Jocelyn Yeager was imprisoned, and both the Wade Family and Cloud Family were obliterated by the ruthless passage of time. Bessie Leclair, too, remained trapped in her deep-seated hatred. It seemed all those who had bullied her were gone. Harboring resentment for over ten years, she suddenly realized that everything she had once resented had met its rightful end. Those who wronged and humiliated her all came to a bad end. Even one of the hands behind it all, Ignatius Leclair, now suffered from a severe illness, enduring excruciating pain daily in this distant land.

She should have been happy, yet she couldn’t find any joy. Delphine buried her head in her knees. If it had been before, she might have continued living coldly with Nicholas, but after last night’s events, she could no longer return to her so-called peaceful life.

She would rather he be the obsidian, morbid Ignatius who kept her confined in the mountains, aloof and elegant, than watch him lose all pride here, awaiting death.

Perhaps it was due to Magnus Leclair’s gentle kindness in her youth that she liked this man. However, over the ensuing decade, it was her deep-seated hatred for Ignatius Leclair that led her to fall in love once more with his coldness and ruthlessness. If it weren’t love, why else would she have been entangled for so many years?

Delphine mocked herself with a smile. Between Ignatius Leclair and freedom, her choice had always been Ignatius Leclair.

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When Ignatius Leclair woke up, he habitually opened his eyes, hesitating for half a second before realizing he was blind, unable to see.

The man got up with an expressionless face, listening to the sounds in the room. Last night, it seemed she had been crying, holding onto him. He hadn’t expected his migraine to return in the middle of the night. He had hoped to endure it, but she had noticed after all.

Was she frightened? Ignatius Leclair listened intently, mentally outlining the layout of the main house, knowing she had set up a tatami mat and a very soft armchair in the eastern corner. That location was adjacent to the bed; the mountain wind poured in through the window, carrying her aroma, slightly sweet yet tinged with bitterness, which was also the scent in his heart.

Ignatius Leclair listened intently for a long time, not even hearing a breath, causing his expression to shift slightly. He got up, feeling his way to the tatami on the east side.

Jing Liu opened the door in a hurry, saying urgently, "Young Master Leclair, that caregiver is missing."

Jing Liu wanted to mention Miss Delphine, but feared that Young Master Leclair would become even more anxious, so he vaguely said, "When I got up this morning, the main house door was open. I searched the vicinity but didn’t find anyone. This is the mountain; the place is unfamiliar. What if she was bitten by a wild animal or abducted?"

"Go and search." The man’s face was tense, his five fingers clenched tightly, his voice cold, and he forcibly restrained the countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"I’ll go search, but you stay in the room. Don’t wander around; I’ll be back soon." Having said that, Jing Liu hurriedly went to search nearby.

Ignatius Leclair could not remain seated. Feeling his way to the tatami on the east side, he found it devoid of warmth; it was unclear how long she’d been gone or where she went, causing his expression to change sharply. He got up, feeling his way to the doorway, calling the guide dog.

The guide dog had been delivered a few days ago, but Ignatius Leclair hadn’t interacted with it. The man awkwardly placed the collar on the guide dog, holding the leash, having the dog sniff the tatami, then patting its head, indicating for it to lead him to find her.

The guide dog barked softly, then eagerly trotted out.