the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 228: If I don’t get justice today, I will die by sma

Delphine’s twisting body suddenly froze, feeling too embarrassed to continue talking to Richard Shaw. She averted her gaze and reached out to pinch Ignatius Leclair’s restraining hand. The back of the man’s slender and elegant hand quickly turned red from her relentless grip, almost pitiable to look at.

"You don’t need to worry for him. He’s nothing but an empty shell now; his life is no different from death." Ignatius Leclair winced from the pain of her small hand pinching him, but he was unwilling to release her soft body. His gaze shifted to Richard Shaw’s calm deanor, and he sneered coldly.

Richard Shaw remained unperturbed by the taunt, only shaking his head with a faint smile.

Delphine also realized that Richard seed to live like a statue. Her eyes flickered, and she spoke in a low voice: "Years ago, I passed through a war-torn country and saw countless believers prostrate on the ground, reaching out to touch the Wailing Wall, pouring out all their suffering in tears. The Buddha Beads had already broken, clearly unable to suppress such anguish. Mr. Shaw, perhaps you could take a walk outside; maybe you’ll gain a different insight."

Back then, during her ti in Jerusalem, she had endured a period of confusion and numbness, unable even to cry. Later, when she finally wept, she woke completely from the nightmare.

It turned out that the most illustrious Major General of the Shaw Family also had inner demons he couldn’t overco.

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze suddenly deepened. Delphine had never said such things to him before. The man felt both jealousy and displeasure. She was clearly treating Richard Shaw, a re acquaintance, better than him.

Richard Shaw formally scrutinized Delphine for a mont without uttering a word. For the first ti in years, the Buddha Beads in his hand broke—a sign of ill-on. Crystal Landon, was it? He chewed on the na, his chest tightening.

When Richard Shaw looked at Delphine again, his gaze carried a newfound warmth.

"When I arrived, I heard you had sent Miss Yvonne Wade in," Richard Shaw changed the subject, unwilling to discuss himself any further. "The Wade Family has always been the sharpest sword in Stone Leclair’s hand. This ti, it might just spiral out of control."

"Let it spiral out of control." Ignatius Leclair sneered coldly without any expression. "I’ve toyed with Stone Leclair for nearly eight years; I’m long past being entertained."

Delphine’s body stiffened slightly. She hadn’t anticipated Ignatius Leclair’s thods to be so ruthless. For Yvonne Wade, being imprisoned was a fate worse than death.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Stone Leclair will be promoted to Imperial City next year," Richard Shaw revealed shocking insider information with an air of detachnt. "I’ve never agreed with your decision to confront him."

Father and son—no matter who wins, it’s a mutually destructive outco.

"So you’re saying, the ti I have left is short?" Ignatius Leclair narrowed his phoenix-like eyes slightly, the curve of his lips cynical and sharp. If Stone Leclair ascends to the Imperial City, further promotions would render the South District inconsequential.

The man’s handso features darkened further. The remaining half-year would suffice.

Delphine listened, her heart racing. She found an excuse to leave the tea room, her palms inexplicably sweating.

She had only been standing for a few minutes when the butler rushed in, announcing, "Young master, the Wade Family is here."

The Wade Family arrived in a fit of fury, not only in person but bearing three coffins as well.

The Wade couple had the three coffins placed in the courtyard of the Leclair mansion and dragged their only son, Thiago Wade, to stand in the yard. They roared furiously: "Ignatius Leclair, if you don’t give us an explanation today, we will bash our heads against these coffins and let the world weigh in on how the Leclair Family drove the Wade Family to ruin."

Ignatius Leclair and Richard Shaw stepped out of the tea room and beca visibly more solemn upon witnessing the scene. A trace of dark, dim light flickered in their eyes—this was the Wade Family’s counterattack, and it was here.