the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 203: Do you regret that the person who fell off the

Ignatius Leclair calmly finished giving his orders, sending the two young ladies to the hospital. This, in essence, marked the end of the engagent banquet between the Leclair Family and the Yeager Family after Bessie Leclair’s fall from the horse.

The elder Yeager and Stone Leclair, timing their departure, were just about to leave when they received word of the incident—the engagent banquet had collapsed, and the Yeager manor had detained many young heirs of prestigious families.

The elder Leclair was furious and nearly fainted on the spot, while Stone Leclair’s expression was equally grim. This alliance represented a major pact involving three families.

Fortunately, no irreparable damage had been done.

This engagent banquet was already considered unofficial due to the absence of the elder Leclair and Bessie’s parents. It was attended solely by the younger generation of noble families. Had a group of high-ranking family heads been trapped at the manor, the Leclair estate might well have offended nurous families overnight.

"Reginald Yeager, this incident happened under your roof. By sunrise tomorrow, I expect a reasonable explanation," Ignatius Leclair said coldly, his gaze fixed on Jocelyn Yeager, his voice devoid of emotion.

Ignatius Leclair had no patience to investigate whether the incident was accidental or intentional. His top priority was ensuring the safety of the two won. As for who would shoulder the bla? The Yeager Family was unquestionably responsible.

"I will investigate thoroughly," Jocelyn Yeager replied, his face betraying no emotion. With that, he began organizing the departure of the guests from the stables.

The crowd of onlookers murmured amongst themselves. The Leclair lady had been injured, yet Reginald had shown no intention of examining her condition. Instead, he focused on settling the guests and probing the cause of the incident. Watching the visibly aggrieved Bessie Leclair, it beca imdiately clear to the observers that this marriage alliance was fraught with troubles.

Soon, the car arrived at the stables.

Griffith Squire carefully carried Leah into the back seat of the car. Leah was in bad shape, her complexion pale, too weak to even speak.

Delphine, feeling increasingly anxious, was about to board the car when her arm was forcefully grabbed.

"You’ll ride with ," Ignatius Leclair ordered in a low voice, his tone even colder than usual, his gaze harboring suppressed anger.

Delphine struggled but was unable to break free. She didn’t want to delay Leah’s trip to the hospital, so she took a deep breath and followed Ignatius to his car.

Ignatius’s car tailed the vehicle carrying the injured.

From the mont Delphine entered the car, she could sense the tension. The man’s gaze was sharp as a blade—cold, cutting, aggressive.

Delphine assud that his anger was directed at Bessie’s fall from the horse. Reflecting on her own actions, she realized her harsh words to Bessie and concern for Leah had likely crossed boundaries. Given her current status, such actions were indeed inappropriate. It was obvious to any observer that the inner dynamics of the Leclair household were strained.

But with Leah’s illness resurfacing, Delphine had been too distraught to manage her emotions and had grown distant and silent.

Ignatius noticed her silence, and the fury he had been trying to suppress flared up again instantaneously. He seized her slender arm and said in a restrained but furious tone, "You and those Squire siblings seem remarkably close."

His words were steeped in sarcasm and anger.

For a brief mont, countless images flashed through his mind—the way she supported Leah, the way she looked at Griffith Squire. Each tiny detail seed magnified before his eyes, culminating in the echo of words from that middle-aged woman in the Golden Triangle: they had originally been planning to marry.

Ignatius Leclair had never truly considered what he would do if Delphine had been compelled to submit to him due to pressure, yet harbored feelings for another in her heart. The thought flitted across his mind, and his gaze turned murderous.

Delphine was startled by the look in his eyes and felt pain from his tight grip on her arm. Her face turned pale, and she retorted with a cold smile, "Are you regretting that Bessie fell from the horse instead of ?"