the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 411: Because Names Cannot Be Written, A Blank Monume

Delphine nodded lightly and said softly, "At last night’s banquet, it was she who recognized my father. She’s always been selfish and self-centered, so I can’t figure out why she keeps getting confused when it cos to the matters of our little family. She wanted to confirm whether Yunji was the man she thought he was. She said, ’Delphine’s life is pitiful; if she had a father, perhaps she might be a little happier.’"

Her gaze dropped, her eyes brimming with tears as she leaned her head on Leah’s shoulder and choked out, "Leah, I believe in destiny now."

Fate is a cycle. Years ago, Beatrice Carter helped her mother for money, took her in, but completely neglected her, unwittingly setting the course for her life’s bitter fate. It was also for her sake that Beatrice sought out Yunji to talk, only to be kidnapped and caught in a car accident, leaving her life hanging in the balance.

"Silly Delphine, how could any of this be your fault?" Leah sighed. "Soone wanted her dead. Even if it wasn’t because of you, they still would have found an opportunity to strike while she was alone." She added, "The fortunate thing is that before the accident, she told Uncle Yun the truth. Otherwise, you and your father might never have been able to reunite in this lifeti."

Delphine’s expression chilled slightly as she said softly, "It must have been the Leclair Family."

Leah nodded and replied, "I’ll have my brother look into this. Lately, he’s been under tight surveillance in the Imperial City and can’t make it here yet. But he said once the heat dies down, he’ll co to see you."

Griffith Squire hasn’t even allowed himself to visit Delphine at the hospital, let alone let her return ho. Leah couldn’t understand what was so terrifying about that Major General in the Imperial City to make Griffith so spineless. She grumbled inwardly.

"I’m fine. Tonight, I want to pick up so daily supplies for my father."

"I’ll go with you. But tomorrow, I need to visit my parents’ graves, so I won’t be able to accompany you. If soone from the Cloud Family causes trouble or Ignatius Leclair bothers you again, call Griffith Squire."

Delphine gave a nod, knowing the tenth day of the month was Leah’s father’s birthday, a proper occasion for paying respects.

Early the next morning, Leah drove to a florist. Through the glass window, she admired the vibrant and gorgeous flower arrangents. She was stunning in her own right; during this early spring, she wore a light gray knit sweater dress with a low neckline, her slender figure gracefully proportioned. Standing in front of the flower shop, the entire room of fresh blooms seed to fade into the background in her presence.

"Miss, would you like to buy so flowers?" The shopkeeper smiled at her after seeing her linger for a while. "What kind of flowers do you like?"

Leah pointed at the two largest bouquets wrapped in the shop and said, "These two." Every year, she brought different flowers to visit them, always choosing the largest and most beautiful bouquets. Beyond this, she had no idea what else she could do. Delphine could sit in a hospital room with her biological father, recounting the years of their lives to each other. But as for her and Griffith Squire’s lives, they were so unspeakable she dared not even ntion them, for fear the departed would not rest in peace.

Placing the two large bouquets in the back seat, Leah drove towards the Southern Cetery.

After settling in Southeast Asia, Griffith Squire had their parents’ remains moved to the cetery in the Southern City. In truth, when their parents passed, they were still very young and had no way of knowing where their parents had been originally buried. The resting place in Southeast Asia was rely a cenotaph.

Because no nas could be inscribed, they had set up naless gravestones.

Leah arrived at the Southern Cetery, parked her car at the foot of the hill, and carried the two enormous bouquets as she ascended the steps one by one. This area spanned a vast expanse. The feng shui was excellent—verdant and lush, with superb greenery and fresh air. Leah mused that her parents would likely have felt content.

The naless headstone stood in the most prominent location within the cetery. Leah placed the two bouquets in front of the grave, sat down, and began to ramble on about Griffith Squire in front of her parents.