the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 107 Pack Up and Get Out Quickly

Delphine and Ignatius Leclair were in a complete cold war. After returning to the Leclair Mansion, Delphine went straight back to her small attic room.

Ignatius saw her stubborn figure, head lowered and silent, but unyielding to the core, and felt a surge of rage in his chest. So, this woman had always been plotting to take Beatrice Carter and escape his Leclair Family’s cage.

This revealed that she had never truly cared about him, and was even determined to flee from him. This woman’s heart was as good as consud by dogs—heartless and ungrateful.

Ignatius was furious. Sitting in the side hall, his face turned ashen.

Bessie Leclair returned from the hospital after visiting Jocelyn Yeager, feeling cheerful, and loudly demanded the butler to prepare her so late-night snacks. As soon as she looked up, she saw her elder brother’s cold and expressionless face. Her own smile froze as her hand instinctively dropped to her side, planning to quietly retreat to her room.

In his foul mood, Ignatius sneered and spoke coldly: "Went to see Jocelyn Yeager?"

Bessie nodded her head like a chick pecking at grains, her joy visibly radiating from her face. Jocelyn’s injury turned out to be a blessing—old Mr. Yeager himself had visited the hospital. Jocelyn’s attitude toward her had softened as well, and Bessie was full of elation, oblivious to the fact that she had unknowingly offended her vindictive eldest brother.

Ignatius squinted his long, narrow phoenix-like eyes, his handso face slightly lifting as he curled his lips into a cold smile. Seeing the happiness on her face was irritating, and he said icily, "Pack your things and stay at the hospital—don’t co back unless absolutely necessary."

Bessie wasn’t upset by the harsh reprimand; instead, she felt secretly delighted. Of course—that’s exactly what she should do! Sleep in the hospital, stay close to Jocelyn day and night, develop feelings, and ideally end up in bed together. Turn an unacknowledged bond into an irreversible commitnt.

With that on her mind, Bessie imdiately called for the servants to help her pack her luggage.

Ignatius watched her jubilant deanor, his simring anger growing stronger. His already stern and cold features turned even more frosty.

Bessie finished packing her things and, after a mont of thought, ran up to the small attic room without bothering to knock, pushing the door open directly.

Delphine was straightening her bedding. Seeing Bessie co in, her heart tightened with surprise, and she looked at her cautiously without saying a word.

Bessie had co upstairs in a flash of impulsive bravado to assert her authority but was taken aback by Delphine’s delicately beautiful face. It made her teeth grind with irritation. This lowly seductress was shaless, using her looks to entice her elder brother and win his favor. A little Fox Spirit.

Bessie internally spewed venomous curses at Delphine, but outwardly, she haughtily snorted and said, "My brother said that when our parents return from the South Arican Continent, they will discuss the marriage alliance between the Leclair Family and the Yeager Family. Jocelyn will be mine—you’d better rember that."

Delphine still didn’t respond.

Bessie saw her dull and lifeless deanor and beca even more displeased, shouting, "Are you mute? Always seducing anyone you can, and now acting innocent? Hah."

Delphine was utterly downcast. Initially, Ignatius’s resolute and domineering attitude had made it clear that he didn’t intend to let her and her mother go. And now, with Bessie barging in here and ddling, she grew increasingly impatient. In a quiet, indifferent tone, she said, "If the Fourth Miss doesn’t leave now, the Yeager Family’s third young master might just lose his patience waiting."

Bessie glanced at the ti, realizing it was indeed getting late. She didn’t bother with further argunt and stomped out, slamming the door behind her.

Delphine locked the door, sank onto her bedding, and sat there listlessly. Her phone buzzed with a call from an unfamiliar number. She hesitated before answering it.

A soft, alluring voice drifted through the line: "Little Darling, let’s et."

In this entire world, only the Squire siblings referred to her as "Little Darling." Her large, clear eyes moistened with tears as she choked out in a faint whisper, "Leah."