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Delphine got into the car with Isaac. The young boy glanced at the sowhat dilapidated apartnt building and tugged at Delphine’s sleeve, saying crisply, "Sister, Mommy is still upstairs."

Maximilian took Mrs. Carter upstairs to confront the kidnappers.

Delphine gently stroked Isaac’s soft, black hair and said softly, "Then let’s get in the car and wait for Mommy, okay?"

The young boy nodded, his shiny black eyes darting towards Ignatius, wanting to approach but not daring to, his head drooping with a sigh.

Delphine didn’t understand why Isaac liked Ignatius so much, but this older brother treated his little brother, who was more than ten years younger, with coldness as if he were a stranger.

She couldn’t help but reach out and poke Ignatius.

The man stood by the car door, listening to the interrogation over the communication device. For dealing with small-ti thugs like these, Ignatius seldom took action himself.

The situation was almost as he expected. The kidnapper of Isaac was the man who had recognized Beatrice Carter at a previous Leclair family wedding.

This man was originally a businessman who had failed over the years and owed a mountain of debt. He ca to the South Seas seeking investnt, managed to get into the Leclair family’s banquet, recognized Beatrice, and upon discovering her new high status, harbored malice, and during his stalking of Beatrice, kidnapped Isaac, demanding ten million like a lion opening its mouth wide.

Unexpectedly, before he could even make a ransom call, Ignatius raided their hideout with his n. In less than five minutes, everything was confessed, and a lot of sensational information was uncovered.

At this mont, the man was upstairs, wailing and crying, calling for his parents.

Ignatius, growing impatient, turned off the communication device, just as Delphine poked his wrist. Her dark eyes, black as ink, looked at him, accompanied by the smaller pair by her side. Both had a pair of beautiful big eyes, looking at him expectantly, incredibly adorable.

The man’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed a little, a slight smile curling at his lips as he spoke in a low voice, "Isaac, were you scared after the bad uncle brought you here?"

Isaac’s eyes lit up, and he responded crisply, "Not scared."

The young boy paused and then said weakly, "I thought he was Mommy’s friend at first. But later, when the strange uncle took here, I was a bit scared, but I didn’t cry."

Delphine looked at the seven-year-old in astonishnt. It turned out he was so sensitive that he had already sensed sothing was wrong. If Ignatius hadn’t brought up this topic, he probably would have continued pretending nothing happened, continuing to be his carefree child.

Ignatius approvingly patted Isaac on the head. Seeing the young boy proudly puffing out his chest, offering a look seeking praise, he rely glanced upwards, ignoring it.

A child brought up in the Leclair residence couldn’t possibly be so naïve. Over the years, the only naive person from beginning to end had been Delphine Carter.

Delphine got in the car with Isaac. Seeing Ignatius instruct Six to handle the follow-up matters, his handso face was as stern as ever, faintly hearing the phrase "send him in," she gently patted Isaac’s little head, telling him to sit properly and not move, then got out of the car and hesitantly asked, "Should Isaac be sent back to the Leclair Family or stay outside temporarily?"

The afterglow of the sunset slowly bathed the mottled walls of the old residential area, illuminating the man’s sharp and handso side profile. Ignatius turned his head to look at her, speaking in a deep, slow voice, "Back to the Leclair Family."

Delphine nodded. Isaac was a child of the Leclair Family. If he didn’t go back, not only would Stone Leclair demand explanations, but it might also alarm the old master far away in Switzerland.

She looked up, seeing the man’s gaze fixed on her face, the depths of his eyes tumultuous like a sea, with a dangerous tide rolling beneath as he asked tenderly, word by word, "I helped you save Isaac, how do you plan to thank ?"