the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 232: By marrying into the Wade Family, they might ju

Stone Leclair smiled confidently, knowing full well that Ignatius Leclair would never let his woman marry into the Wade Family. Refusing the marriage would still require an explanation that seed plausible.

He wanted to see how this disgraceful son would conceal all the unethical things he had done.

Delphine saw Stone Leclair’s shaless face for the first ti, then glanced at the manipulated Thiago Wade. She let out a cold laugh and said indifferently, "I’ve benefited from the Leclair Family for three years and should repay them generously. However, I had a terrible reputation in my youth—there were n in my past, I’ve been pregnant, and I can’t bear children anymore. If I were to marry into the Wade Family, I fear I’d end their lineage."

Her voice was icy and detached, as if she were recounting soone else’s story. Everyone felt a mix of shock and anger.

Ignatius Leclair’s face turned ashen and grim. He seized her arm and asked in a low, repressed tone, "Is everything you said true?"

Delphine raised her eyes to et his gaze directly, locking onto his deep, penetrating stare, letting him see the hidden, dormant wounds she carried.

Ignatius stared into her pitch-black eyes, dark as polished jade, filled with emptiness and indifference. His trembling hand loosened its grip on her as rage surged in his heart for no apparent reason. The events she’d endured had always been untold—she neither spoke of them when their love was deep nor revealed them during monts of coldness—and yet now she ntioned them before others as if they were mundane occurrences.

Ignatius’s face darkened further, and an urge rose within him to kill everyone who had heard her words. Raising his eyes, his gaze carried a weighty, sharp chill as he issued orders coldly: "Butler, take Delphine back to rest."

The old butler dared not hesitate for a mont. With his lean, dry hand gripping Delphine’s sleeve, he spoke softly, "Miss Delphine, it’s best to step away for now."

Before the butler’s words were fully spoken, Ignatius had already turned his freezing glare toward the disruptive Wade Family and declared icily, "A marriage alliance? Don’t even think about it. Today, either you die right here in the Leclair Family’s house, and I’ll arrange for your corpses to be dealt with, or you leave this instant."

He then turned toward Stone Leclair, who was about to speak in anger, and said in a cold voice, "Father, you must be senile. You and Delphine are neither related nor close. Using the excuse of providing her als for three years to force a young girl into sacrificing her lifeti happiness—all to benefit yourselves? If word gets out, your reputation as a benevolent man who loves the people will be ruined. Even your promotion next year will be in jeopardy."

Every single word was wielded as a direct threat to Stone Leclair, targeting what he valued most—his political career.

But Ignatius wasn’t finished. He turned to Richard Shaw and said, "I must trouble Commander Shaw’s n to clear out these eyesores."

Berating the Wade Family, threatening Stone Leclair, and leveraging military influence, Ignatius executed all of these actions decisively. His handso, chiseled face resembled an ice sculpture, devoid of any warmth, as the air of authority and cold brutality he had long suppressed filled the room, suppressing everyone present.

Richard Shaw signaled with a hand gesture, and more than a dozen n with sharp, blade-like gazes stepped inside. Though they weren’t in uniform, their very presence exuded the chilling energy of those who had spilled blood.

The Wade Family was utterly subdued. They had rely co to stage a scene, never truly daring to risk their lives by provoking the Leclair Family.

Stone Leclair broke into a violent coughing fit, shouting angrily, "You, you, you damned son!" But he was stunned, his gaze shifting back and forth between Ignatius Leclair and Richard Shaw. When his eyes finally landed on the silent figures of several Imperial City elites who had accompanied him and noticed their evasive expressions, his heart sank. He suddenly realized that the silent man in the wheelchair was none other than the infamous mber of the Shaw Family, whose reputation for brutality in Imperial City was unparalleled.

One wrong move, total defeat.