the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 510: After All The Ships Have Sailed, Not Even The W

"Even if it ans becoming enemies with the Leclair Family," Jocelyn Yeager said firmly, enunciating each word.

Delphine lowered her gaze. After a long mont, she shook her head. The entanglents between her and Ignatius Leclair—what was the point of dragging others into them? Love is a matter for two people, so is hatred.

"Delphine, you don’t truly love him," Jocelyn Yeager said, seeing that there was no trace of a woman consud by love on her face, and an intense joy flashed across his heart.

So, despite all that Ignatius Leclair had done, he still couldn’t win her heart. This realization alleviated much of Jocelyn’s frustration.

At eighteen, caught between youth and adulthood, still hardly more than a child, she had suffered the deepest betrayal and exile the world could offer. What made Ignatius think he could so easily walk away when he didn’t love her, yet demand everyone’s devotion when he suddenly decided to love?

Delphine’s temperant was always fierce, and Jocelyn sensed that he had inadvertently touched on a part of her inner self that she kept hidden from the world. As long as the barrier from six years ago remained unbreached, Ignatius Leclair would never win her love in this lifeti—and Jocelyn still had a chance.

"Reginald, we’re no longer young. The kind of feelings you only have in youth disappeared long ago, fleeting like morning dew, never to return," she said softly, her expression indifferent. Back then, the love had been so intense it nearly destroyed her. Ti had passed, and now talk of love felt so pale and powerless.

Perhaps she still couldn’t completely resist Ignatius Leclair. He carried every trait that fascinated her. But she was no longer that young, naive girl; she had endured life’s storms and could no longer rekindle that spring-like innocence.

"Then why are you keeping this child? Or are you still holding on to hope for him?" Jocelyn’s handso face darkened slightly, an ominous glint flickering in his eyes.

With the child, the two of them could never truly sever all ties.

Delphine lowered her gaze, her dark eyes glancing at her slightly rounded belly. Her expression softened. Keeping this child—claims of revenge were aningless—it was about giving herself a reason to keep living, a way out of ceaseless wandering. It was, perhaps, a form of self-redemption.

"Since Bessie’s miscarriage, I haven’t gone to see her. If it’s convenient, I’d like to visit her," Delphine switched the topic to Bessie, avoiding the subject of the child.

Jocelyn was startled. Bessie, with her unstable ntal state, seeing Delphine—who knows how she would react?

Jocelyn glanced at her belly, a shadow flickering in his eyes. He nodded and said, "She’s recuperating at the Yeager estate. I can take you to see her."

After the incident that sent Old Yeager to the hospital, the Yeager Family finally found an excuse to bundle Bessie off to the estate. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to have any peace at ho day or night.

Jocelyn saw Mrs. Li returning with dicine and asked, "Does Ignatius trust a woman in her forties or fifties to accompany you for prenatal checkups?"

Delphine’s face remained calm. It seed Ignatius had been hiding sothing from her recently, but the man carried too many secrets, and she had stopped caring much about them.

Mrs. Li hesitated when she heard Delphine ntioning visiting Bessie and said, "Shall I make a phone call to the young master and ask for his opinion?"

Ignatius’s phone remained unanswered.

Jocelyn sneered and said, "As expected, busy n have important matters to attend to. Leave a ssage for Maximilian, tell him we’re at the Yeager estate. My family isn’t going anywhere."

Delphine nodded to Mrs. Li before following Jocelyn to the Yeager estate to see Bessie.

Since being sent to the Yeager estate, Bessie had only seen the estate staff; the Yeager Family had not so much as shown their faces. She was so furious she was nearly driven mad. When Jocelyn brought Delphine over, Bessie was in the midst of furiously smashing everything in her room while the servants remained motionless, terrified.