the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 128: Why are you so disappointing, following such a

Delphine saw Beatrice’s expression and furrowed her brow slightly. Before she could say anything, Beatrice raised her voice and said, "Co to my room."

The tone was serious and solemn. Over the years, the mother-daughter bond had grown thin; Beatrice had always adopted a laissez-faire attitude toward her, pouring all her energy into Isaac Leclair.

Delphine followed Beatrice upstairs to the second floor and entered the room.

Beatrice hadn’t moved into the main bedroom on the second floor; instead, she had her own room. With the door closed, she sternly asked, "What’s going on between you and Ignatius Leclair? Did he coerce you, or were you shaless enough to seduce him?"

Delphine remained silent for several seconds, saying nothing.

Beatrice imdiately slumped onto the sofa, her face turning pale green with anger. Her voice trembled as she grabbed Delphine and struck her several tis, crying, "Why must we suffer such misfortune?"

Delphine took the blows but felt a faint pang of bitterness in her heart when she saw Beatrice crying, though she didn’t feel she had done anything wrong.

Years ago, it was the budding of first love; now it was a lack of agency.

She crouched down slightly and said calmly, "Auntie, Stone Leclair has been beating you all these years, and you never cried. Why are you crying now?"

Beatrice truly couldn’t control her emotions. This daughter hadn’t been raised by her side since childhood, remained distant, and possessed such an unyielding disposition. Beatrice had never expected her daughter to marry well, but Ignatius Leclair’s situation was clearly a hellish pit. After so many years in the Leclair Family, even bearing a son hadn’t elevated her status. If her daughter were to end up with Ignatius, wouldn’t she rely beco a plaything?

She was tied to the elder, and her daughter to the younger. Outsiders would surely have endless derogatory things to say.

Beatrice, crying her heart out and overwheld with rage, struck her again several tis, yelling, "How could you be so useless? There are so many people out there, yet you choose soone like him. He sees us as a thorn in his side; you really are helping the enemy!"

Delphine felt chilled in her heart. Her mother wasn’t truly angry over her lack of self-respect; she was blaming her for knowing full well that Ignatius Leclair was detrintal to them but still choosing him.

But over the years, she had never had any choice.

Delphine lowered her eyes and said coldly, "Mother, if Ignatius Leclair wanted to deal with you and Isaac, you’d have already been kicked out of the Leclair Family. He’s long known we are mother and daughter."

Beatrice seed struck by lightning, too stunned to continue crying. Turning pale, she grabbed Delphine’s hand and asked frantically, "Is what you said true, or are you just trying to trick ?"

Delphine’s hand was stung slightly by Beatrice’s fingernails. She furrowed her brow faintly and said, "I know his tactics better than you."

Stone Leclair, a man who had weathered many political storms, had suffered under Ignatius Leclair’s hands. The Leclair family’s patriarch held this eldest grandson in exceptionally high regard. When it ca to dealing with soone as unconnected and vulnerable as Beatrice, Ignatius likely didn’t even need to act personally.

Such a proud man as him would disdain acting against Beatrice directly. To him, it was rely a case of a daughter repaying her mother’s debts, toying with her feelings in the process.

Beatrice seed as if she was eting this taciturn, unreadable daughter for the first ti. Seeing her calm and detached deanor, as if she had seen through the machinations of the world, Beatrice felt alard and suddenly lost her sense of direction. She asked frantically, "Delphine, is everything you said really true? But what’s really going on between you and Ignatius Leclair? When did the two of you get together? How is this even possible?"

Beatrice’s words were disjointed, her focus not on whether her daughter had been played by the man, but rather on disbelief—how could Ignatius Leclair, such a commanding and lofty figure, possibly take notice of soone as humble in status as Delphine?

Delphine understood her mother’s aning. She didn’t even bother to tug at the corner of her mouth to form a mocking smile.