the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 351: If That Day Really Comes, It Will Be That Perso

Delphine was struck dumb by the shocking news, murmuring, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Leah?"

Griffith Squire scoffed, his peach blossom-shaped eyes glimring with mischief, lounging lazily as he said, "If you do, then Leah’s entire ss will land on your shoulders. Sotis, when secrets are bottled up for too long, they really can cause internal damage. Little Delphine, now we share a secret of our own."

Delphine took a deep breath, wishing she could slap him straight into the wall.

When it ca to cunning, he truly was a master. Not knowing the full picture, she naturally didn’t dare rashly tell Leah about these matters.

"Keeping this hidden like this won’t solve anything, and besides, with Leah looking the way she does, and the two of you being anything but obscure figures, this is bound to co out sooner or later."

Griffith cast her a faint, cold smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. Hands tucked into his pockets, his tall fra leaned casually against the pristine white wall. He smirked and said coolly, "If that day really cos, it’ll be karma for that person. What the Squire Family is owed will be repaid eventually."

Delphine was completely baffled by his words. Just as she was about to ask more, the light above the operating room suddenly went off. A doctor stepped out, removing their mask and asking, "Who here is the patient’s family mber?"

Griffith imdiately stepped forward.

Leah’s surgery turned out to be a close call but ultimately uneventful—it didn’t require any invasive procedures. By nightfall, she woke up. The mont she saw Griffith, her face darkened, and she promptly kicked him out.

Griffith, knowing he was in the wrong, typically strutted about, but having kept Leah under tight control all this ti, he didn’t dare make a peep now. Like a chastened child, he obediently went to squat in the corner outside.

"On a big holiday like this, what are you doing here?" Leah’s face was a little pale. Her usual cold and dazzlingly beautiful expression was drained of even a hint of color. Lying weakly on the hospital bed, she spoke listlessly, "It must have been Griffith who told you."

"I didn’t have much to do at the Leclair Family’s place, so I ca to check on you. Does your body even have the strength to handle all this trouble? Acting so reckless like this?" Delphine tugged her blanket tightly around her, leaving only a tuft of her ssy hair exposed. Though she wanted to scold her, she couldn’t help but feel tender-hearted and softly said, "Your brother told everything. Changing dications on your own—does regaining your mory an so much to you?"

Seeing Delphine’s gentle tone, Leah instead felt a pang of guilt. In a small, ek voice, she replied, "Good Delphine, I won’t do it again. It’s all that dog of a Griffith’s fault for keeping it from and giving that kind of dicine."

"Your condition is already complicated. That dication was approved by Aiden, and it doesn’t harm your body. How could you switch dications without saying a word? When I arrived, Griffith was so frightened by you that his face had turned white as a sheet."

Delphine shot her a look, deliberately trying to speak a few words on Griffith’s behalf.

"Don’t you dare speak up for him," Leah grumbled. "If he weren’t my brother, I’d have flipped out and beaten him up ages ago. Being without mories feels really awful. Imagine eting an enemy from the past on the street and smiling at them like an idiot—that would feel suffocating."

Seeing that Leah was as vibrant as always, carefree and bright, Delphine’s worries were eased. She replied, "Even if you want to rember certain things, you can’t rush it. Once your body is healed, maybe the mories will co back on their own."

Leah nodded. With the treatnts progressing, she increasingly felt as if she had forgotten sothing truly important. That sensation was like a bone stuck in her throat—agonizing and hard to ignore. But such feelings were sothing she couldn’t put into words. After all, Griffith avoided ntioning anything about her past, and deep down, she vaguely understood that it was sothing forbidden, a taboo that shouldn’t be touched.

Perhaps not rembering was better after all.