the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 202: The lessons learned about being human over the

"What happened at the stables?" Ignatius Leclair asked grimly, his sharp brows angling into his temples as his icy gaze pierced through the air. His voice was heavy and cold.

"Miss Bessie fell off her horse. They’ve already called a doctor, but judging by the situation, she’ll need to be sent to the hospital. However, there’s the engagent party..."

Ignatius strode toward the stables without hesitation, Maximilian hesitated but said nothing.

"Where’s Delphine?" Ignatius was consud with worry, his thoughts chaotic, his rage aid directly at Jocelyn Yeager.

Back when he had driven Delphine away, he hadn’t considered they’d have any future. Though he was furious about the situation between Griffith Squire and Delphine, he knew it was a ss of his own making. But Reginald Yeager—over the years, the man’s morals seed to have gone to the dogs, choosing such petty, conniving ways to stir trouble.

Maximilian paused for a mont but quickly ca to terms with it. As expected, in Leclair’s heart, Delphine still mattered more.

"Miss Delphine is fine. The one racing against Miss Bessie was Leah Squire. When I arrived, Miss Leah had fallen as well while trying to save Miss Bessie. Word is her old injury has flared up again." With such a major incident happening during the engagent party, where prominent families from the South Sea had sent their representatives, not a single person in charge was present—only onlookers enjoying the drama. This compelled Maximilian to co out searching for soone.

Though it was held on Yeager territory, ultimately, everything bowed to the Leclair family’s authority.

When Ignatius reached the stables, he saw from afar that a crowd had gathered tightly around a small area. Sowhere in the midst, soone called out, "Leclair is here," prompting the crowd to part and make way.

Bessie Leclair was sprawled on the ground, no one daring to move her. She was half-sitting, tears streaming down her face as pain overwheld her. Leah Squire, however, had managed to stand but looked ghostly pale, supported on either side by Delphine and Griffith Squire.

Ignatius’s gaze hardened; the scene before him felt piercingly unpleasant. With a tightened expression, he approached.

"Brother, they tried to kill !" Bessie, having narrowly escaped from death, cried out aggrievedly. Her once flawless makeup was ruined beyond recognition, her face was scratched, her clothes dirty, and her injuries clearly severe. The mont Ignatius arrived, she sobbed pitifully, "They definitely tried to harm ."

Leah Squire’s breath hitched at these words, rage nearly choking her. This ingratiating ingrate—it would’ve been better had she fallen to her death.

Griffith Squire had arrived only monts before Ignatius. Seeing his dear sister fall from the horse, her old injury resurfacing, his flawlessly handso features were shrouded in a stormy darkness. He let out a cold snort, his eyes flashing with frost.

"If it weren’t for Leah, you’d already be dead in this stables today. The horse belongs to the Yeager family, the attire as well—it’s a waste you even have a brain." Delphine’s face turned icy as she scolded, "Instead of pointing fingers first, why not investigate whether it was an accident or foul play."

"Leah needs to be sent to the hospital first." Delphine noticed Leah’s pale complexion and feared her injuries were serious, triggering her old condition. Panic surged in her chest; instinctively, she glanced toward Griffith Squire.

Griffith nodded gravely, saying, "The doctor has already been inford."

Griffith turned to Ignatius, his tone detached as he remarked, "This matter must be thoroughly investigated, Leclair. My sister’s health is frail, and if this incident causes any lasting repercussions, it won’t end peacefully."

An engagent party ant to go smoothly had turned into chaos, with two esteed Misses falling off their horses, leaving the crowd murmuring in astonishnt but too fearful to voice their thoughts.

Ignatius’s expression was void of warmth as he coldly commanded Maximilian, "Get two cars ready to take Miss Squire and Bessie to the hospital. Then seal off Yeager Manor—no one goes in or out. Start a thorough investigation."

His piercing gaze landed on the slowly approaching Jocelyn Yeager, filled with chilling hostility. Each order was steady and firm as it rolled off his tongue, "Tell Six to bring people over and take charge. Then notify Old Man Yeager to co et ."