the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 201: The Hatred of Stealing a Wife, Irreconcilable a

Maya finished speaking and sneaked a glance at the handso man in the room, whose air of wealth and nobility was suffocating. Seeing his face darken, brooding and hostile, she nervously asked, "We’ve been good to Little Delight. We never bullied her. It was her own inability to take things calmly."

Jocelyn Yeager coughed softly and said indifferently, "Has Griffith Squire treated her well?"

Maya nodded quickly and said, "They were supposed to get married, if not for the child suddenly being gone."

Noticing the handso man’s face growing darker and darker, Maya swallowed the rest of what she had wanted to say and dared not utter another word.

A fleeting and almost pathological joy flashed across Jocelyn Yeager’s mind. All these years, what he couldn’t obtain, Ignatius Leclair had gotten but later lost. And now Griffith Squire also had it and then lost it. It turned out no one was truly victorious.

"How old was the child?" Ignatius Leclair’s low, cold voice broke the silence, carrying an oppressive force.

"The pregnancy hadn’t lasted long. Almost three months," Maya replied.

"Aside from you, who else knows about this?" The man’s features were as icy as a frozen lake and radiated a piercing chill. Yet his expression remained as calm as ever.

"Miss Leah knows too. But everyone else who knew is dead." Maya shivered all over and said nervously, "I’ve told you everything I know. Mr. Yeager, you promised —if I speak, you’ll save my son."

"I’ll arrange for soone to take you out. You’ll go to the hospital to see your son then. Your son’s illness won’t be fatal in the South Seas." Jocelyn Yeager spoke lightly and gestured for soone to escort her out.

Grateful, Maya kowtowed to the two n before being led away by the guards.

Ignatius Leclair watched as the middle-aged woman left joyfully. His slender, jade-like fingers clenched in restrained anger, his blood seeming frozen in place as her stamring, broken words echoed incessantly in his ears.

She had once had a child. No wonder Griffith Squire had said those things. But that man was as cold-blooded as a viper. If he’d truly cared for Delphine, how could he have let her fall to the brink of death, wandering and displaced?

A terrifying fury burned in Ignatius Leclair’s gaze—anger with no outlet. He shot a glance at Jocelyn Yeager and sneered coldly, "Reginald Yeager, you should be focusing on your engagent venue. This kind of manipulation and scheming is far too vicious—unworthy of soone as virtuous and refined as yourself."

His words dripped with biting sarcasm and unconcealed malice, each syllable frostbitten and deliberate.

With that, Ignatius Leclair turned on his heel and stord out of the wooden cabin, his face stormy.

Jocelyn Yeager remained unperturbed by the scornful rebuke, a fleeting trace of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

His intent was laid bare for all to see. A grudge over losing a wife was irreconcilable. Ignatius Leclair, as an obsessively possessive and domineering man, would never let it slide that his woman had not only been taken away but had also borne another man’s child. He and Griffith Squire were bound to clash without any chance of reconciliation.

When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Jocelyn Yeager didn’t need to confront Ignatius Leclair himself—for Griffith Squire would do the job for him. All Jocelyn needed to do was wait.

Ignatius Leclair left in a rush, consud with rage. His long-prized self-control was crumbling beneath the weight of his emotions. Instinct drove him to seek out Delphine and demand answers about what happened back then.

But logic intervened—if he wanted to maintain his current relationship with her, he could never speak of this. The matter had to rot within him.

His expression darkened to its absolute limit, even a faint, suppressed blood-red flickered deep in his eyes.

Maximilian watched as Ignatius Leclair and Jocelyn Yeager entered the main arena one after the other. His face lit up with joy as he quickly approached. But as soon as he caught sight of Ignatius’ ominous mood, his heart sank. Lowering his voice, he said grimly, "Mr. Leclair, the stables are in complete chaos."