the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 347: Big Brother Says Not to Be Too Clingy with Sist

This little interlude, Delphine observed from a distance, entirely uninvolved.

Soon, everyone’s attention shifted to Bessie Leclair and Jocelyn Yeager.

A week ago, she had seen two old n practically at each other’s throats; now they were laughing and sitting amicably by the hearth, discussing the younger generation’s marriage arrangents. anwhile, the once brash and arrogant Bessie was perched beside Jocelyn in a demure, birdlike manner. The absurdity of it all—the unpredictability of life—left Delphine montarily at a loss.

The boy who once epitomized grace and elegance in his flowing white robes had grown up. Not only had he mastered the art of reading people’s hearts, but he was now about to marry a woman he did not love.

Lost in thought, Delphine was startled when Jocelyn suddenly raised his head and looked her way. After several days of absence, his gaze had turned sharp, devoid of the usual gentleness; even the corners of his mouth bore a hint of coldness.

Their eyes locked. Jocelyn’s expression grew stiff, staring at her blankly as Bessie, beside him, furiously pinched his arm.

After a long mont, Jocelyn finally lowered his gaze. A flicker of light seed to extinguish in his eyes, replaced by a suffocating darkness.

The family patriarch and the Yeager Family discussed matters at length, finalizing significant details of the marriage. By dinner ti, given the number of people, the Leclair residence decided against hosting a feast. The group chose to dine out instead.

Delphine, finding her position awkward, stayed behind. She opted for a simple al at ho, only to see Mrs. Carter sneaking back in with little Isaac not long after.

Due to his position, Stone Leclair seldom spent New Year at ho; by this ti, he was already traveling around with the Imperial City’s elites on inspection tours. With Stone away, Mrs. Carter had even less desire to stay at ho, often leaving early and returning late, seeking her own amusents.

"Delphine, are you the only one here? I just called the butler, and it seems the family patriarch and the Yeager Family went out for dinner?" Mrs. Carter brightened up imdiately upon learning that they were out, eagerly handing over her shopping bags to the servants.

"Yes, they went out for dinner," Delphine replied calmly. Her guarded expression softened instantly at the sight of Isaac.

Isaac ran over to Delphine, clinging happily to her leg and calling out, "Sister, Sister, look at the toy I just bought!"

Dragging a Transforrs figurine as tall as himself, his eyes sparkled as he looked at Delphine, clearly hoping for her attention.

Though his older brother had said that little kids shouldn’t cling too much—especially to their sisters—Isaac still wanted his sister to be the best in the world.

He had been remarkably well-behaved these past few days, trying not to bother his sister so much.

Seeing the oversized Transforrs toy that was bigger than Isaac himself, Delphine couldn’t help but laugh. She leaned down and gently pinched his adorable cheeks, saying, "Look at you, all sweaty from running around. Go take a bath. Before bed, I’ll read you a story."

"Okay!" Isaac shouted gleefully and ran off to find the butler, intent on taking a bath.

"Delphine, are you planning to stay with the Leclair Family for New Year?" Mrs. Carter’s gaze flickered as she hesitantly asked. Staying here like this was bound to lead to trouble sooner or later.

To Mrs. Carter, severing the mother-daughter bond that day had been a pragmatic choice, though it had brought her genuine relief.

She couldn’t love Delphine the way she loved Isaac, and especially not now that this child had grown up—with her own ticulous way of carrying herself—entirely beyond Mrs. Carter’s control.

"I’ll move out after the New Year," Delphine said lightly, instantly discerning her mother’s intentions.

Mrs. Carter relaxed upon hearing this. She wanted to say sothing consoling but found no words. The maternal bond had faded so much that even polite small talk felt forced.

Seeing Mrs. Carter like this, Delphine sighed quietly, burying her thoughts deep inside, and went upstairs without saying another word.

She couldn’t even manage her own life; what right did she have to question Mrs. Carter’s choices? Everyone was like a blind person crossing a river—feeling for stones with each tentative step.