the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 229: Is This the Military Officer from the Shaw Fami

Delphine was witnessing such a head-to-head confrontation for the first ti. She didn’t leave the side hall but stood by the window, quietly observing how it would play out.

Her position was precarious, and it was inappropriate for her to step out at this mont.

Ignatius Leclair looked at the Wade Family, who feigned weakness but was in fact taking the offensive. His handso face remained distant and expressionless as he spoke coldly, "Mr. Wade, bringing such ominous things to our doorstep, you now claim it’s the Leclair Family who is pressuring you?"

An accusation that ca from a commanding and lofty position.

"What did Yvonne ever do to offend you that you would go to such vicious lengths?" Mrs. Wade was the first to lose her composure, crying out sharply, "My Yvonne is still just a child, and she’s already been sent to that hellish place!"

Heh, a cruel and overbearing child, indeed.

"Your daughter faced legal punishnt. From what I’ve heard, it was the family of the victim from last year’s hit-and-run who filed the charges. She ran over a woman in her thirties, leaving behind a young child who was still nursing. And you call that innocent?"

For years, all manner of secrets and scandals among the aristocratic families had been piled on his desk. If it weren’t for the need to act against the Wade Family, these skeletons from the past wouldn’t have been unearthed.

The Wade Family Head, Jett Wade, nearly keeled over with anger. This young man was truly insidious—clearly, he was doing this for his woman but dragged in other pretexts as well.

"That’s all in the past, already privately settled. It was an accident," Mrs. Wade said firmly, though no amount of skincare could hide the deep nasolabial folds on her cheeks. Her gaze at Delphine was filled with bitter hatred. "Last night, Yvonne went to the Leclair mansion and then sothing happened. If there isn’t a proper explanation for this today, we won’t let this matter rest!"

Ignatius Leclair let out a cold laugh. The man’s narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed as he spoke with a touch of disdain, "Your family’s matters will be handled by the law. If you insist on making a scene, feel free to have two mbers of your family crash into a coffin. Leave one behind to deal with the bodies."

The Wades were clutching their chests in fury. Thiago Wade, who had remained silent all this ti, flushed red with anger. Supporting Mrs. Wade, he said to Ignatius, "What will it take, Mr. Leclair, for you to let my sister go? If there’s any room for negotiation, I’ll leave imdiately with my parents."

Ever since having two of his ribs broken at Squire Manor, Thiago Wade had been quietly staying at ho. The young man was quick-witted and not as rigid as his parents, who were stubbornly tying themselves to Stone Leclair’s ship.

He understood that which side you chose didn’t matter as much as ensuring the safety of the Wade Family.

The man’s tall, lean fra stood as unyielding as a mountain. His expression held traces of impatience as he spoke icily, "Housekeeper, show them out."

His stance was as unrelenting as it could be, leaving no room for negotiation.

"What’s going on here?" Stone Leclair returned from outside, leading a group of people. Looking at the chaos in the courtyard, his brows furrowed as he spoke commanding words.

Jett Wade clung to him like a drowning man to a lifeline, launching into a tearful complaint. "Stone, your son is pushing my entire family to the brink of ruin!"

Stone Leclair surveyed the already raucous courtyard. Behind him were powerful figures he had invited from Imperial City, giving him full confidence.

After the incident with Yvonne Wade, Stone Leclair had swiftly formulated a series of responses. First, he had the Wade Family show up at their door, threatening suicide. Then, he would step in, using morality to pressure his adversaries.

To let everyone see just how arrogantly and unfilially his wretched son treated his own father.

"What’s going on?" Stone Leclair asked.

"It’s the young Miss you fostered in your household, Mr. Leclair," Mrs. Wade said, pointing an accusing finger straight at Delphine, her tone dripping with resentnt. "I have no idea how Yvonne offended her, but now your son is trying to destroy my Yvonne!"

Delphine’s na was abruptly dragged into the conversation. Her gaze dropped slightly as she erged from the side hall.

Did the Wade Family want her to pay for Yvonne’s life?

"Mrs. Wade, you must be joking. Miss Wade ca by yesterday to see Bessie, not ," Delphine said calmly, her voice cool and level.

The Wade Family wanted to trap her, but she wasn’t that foolish. Knowing Stone Leclair’s thods, there were likely more moves waiting to be played.

The drama hadn’t even started yet, but the middle-aged n from Imperial City were already picking up on the tension. Watching the two strikingly handso young n confronting the Wade Family, their attention quickly shifted to one of them who sat silently in a wheelchair—composed, solemn, and stunningly dignified.

All their expressions changed drastically. Wasn’t this the Shaw Family officer who hadn’t set foot outside Imperial City in five or six years?