the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 200: Everyone said she couldn’t get over the child’s

The Yeager Family estate, a remote cabin away from the main building, half-hidden among the lush trees that block out the sky.

Jocelyn Yeager entered the cabin, drew the curtains, and as daylight stread through the window, he said mildly, "Young Master Leclair, please wait a mont."

Ignatius Leclair stood in front of the cabin, silent and cold.

Jocelyn Yeager’s people soon brought in a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. Her skin was slightly dark, her features plain and unremarkable, with deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and cracked skin. She seed timid upon entering, and with a single glance, Ignatius Leclair could tell she was Asian but not from Southeast Asia.

"Maya, this is a family mber of Delphine. I would trouble you to convey the matters you told that day to this gentleman," Jocelyn Yeager said to the woman courteously, his words gentle and warm.

It was Maya’s first ti in such a grand estate; everything she saw was luxurious and exquisite. Her hotown was not only poor but also engulfed in war. Arriving here, weary from her journey, she felt inferior and cautious upon eting the gentle and jade-like Jocelyn Yeager. Seeing the noble, handso, and stern man before her, she was so shocked she didn’t know where to place her hands and feet until she heard he was a family mber of Delphine, which cald her sowhat.

"Hello, sir," Maya bowed slightly, not daring to et his gaze, speaking carefully. Her Chinese carried a heavy accent and sounded a bit awkward, but there were no communication barriers.

"When did you et Delphine?" Ignatius Leclair’s cold and sharp gaze scrutinized her from her dark skin down to the gray marks under her fingernails. A woman in a cannibalistic place like the Golden Triangle, even as a dic, could only be considered as a nurse. It was clear this woman had been toiling hard and living in poverty for years.

"Five years ago," Maya said, hunching over a bit with so trepidation, "Back then, her na was Little Gua, given by Griffith Squire."

Maya’s plump body shuddered slightly, and she lowered her head even more.

"Shibua was Griffith Squire’s alias. The locals feared him and dared not call him by na, so they called him Shibua," Jocelyn Yeager said lightly, a faint smile on his lips. In such ignorant backward places ruled by military power, soone like Griffith Squire, who tied military power and myth together, was indeed a master of power manipulation.

Maya listened as they openly discussed the feared Mr. Griffith, her plump body shrinking into a straight line, continuing to speak honestly, "At that ti, Miss Leah was very ill. One day, Mr. Griffith went out and returned with a few female war captives and so spoils, among them was Little Gua. The female captives were to be turned, turned into military prostitutes, but Little Gua was fortunate enough to be favored by Mr. Griffith."

Maya stamred as she recounted what she knew.

"Because Little Gua could speak Chinese like , she was sent to take care of Miss Leah. Mr. Griffith was very fond of Little Gua, and everyone said she was lucky and would soon have good days.

After two months, Little Gua beca pregnant. Mr. Griffith and Miss Leah were very happy, but her health was so weak that soon the child was miscarried, there was a lot of blood at the ti, and she almost lost her life. After that, we hardly saw Little Gua, and everyone said she couldn’t get over the child’s matter and, and, committed suicide."

Inside the cabin, only Maya’s stamring voice could be heard, so quiet it seed even the air was frozen.