the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 567: How can someone like you be worthy of having he

Yeats Howard listened in stunned silence, montarily unsure if he even recognized Wilbur Turner anymore. What was going on?

His childhood friend, a brother who taphorically wore the sa pants as he did, had picked a fight with his little uncle?

Yeats Howard saw Ignatius Leclair’s cold expression and pulled Cassius Turner aside, lowering his voice: "Are you insane? Even I don’t dare ss with my uncle. Forget that you’re from the Land Family—everyone in the Howard Family is cautious around him. He’s utterly ruthless."

Cassius Turner shoved his hand away and sneered. So, what about the prestigious Leclair Family heir from Southeast Asia? The marriage was over; what grounds did he have to co back for second chances, to stake his claim? It was too late.

"Hahaha, it’s so early in the morning—I’m actually feeling a bit hungry. I’ll go grab so breakfast," Yeats Howard muttered awkwardly, scratching his head and attempting to sneak off. But before he could step out, Maximilian entered holding an assortnt of breakfast items. The Howard Family’s Demon King Hun imdiately clenched his teeth in fury.

Ignatius Leclair stood up, his phoenix eyes narrowing as he called out in a cold voice, "Benjamin, let’s go."

Benjamin Leclair had just finished brushing her teeth. The little girl quickly wiped her face with a small towel, erging with her fluffy hair and chirping sweetly, "I haven’t put on my nice-slling cream yet! I want to look as pretty as Mommy."

The little girl’s tender, soft voice left everyone montarily stunned.

Delphine Carter’s voice wavered slightly as she softly replied, "Hold on, Benjamin. Mommy will go get your nice-slling cream for you."

"Thank you, Mommy!" The little girl ran over to her dad, pulling on his clothes and speaking sweetly and warmly, "Daddy, did you bring presents for ? I want to share them with Nicholas."

Ignatius Leclair looked down at his adorably sweet and soft little daughter. His expression softened slightly, and he murmured in a low voice, "The presents are in your mommy’s room."

Benjamin Leclair cheered loudly and joyfully exclaid, "Nicholas! Daddy brought lots of presents—co help unwrap them!"

Nicholas Carter, who had also finished washing up, followed behind Benjamin eagerly, his rosy, handso face lit up as they headed into the room to open gifts.

Sure enough, Delphine’s room was filled with over a dozen exquisitely wrapped boxes of various sizes.

Every ti Benjamin opened one, she cheered excitedly, chattering non-stop with Nicholas as they examined each item. The tense atmosphere in the room was instantly eased by the antics of the two little ones.

Ignatius Leclair narrowed his phoenix eyes, casting a glance at Cassius Turner before stepping into the courtyard.

Cassius Turner followed him outside.

The two outstanding n stood in the slightly worn courtyard, silently confronting each other.

"I don’t want you interfering in Delphine’s life anymore," Wilbur Turner said with so difficulty, under the weight of Ignatius’s nearly impenetrable gaze.

Ignatius Leclair’s deep eyes resembled ancient pools as he coldly retorted, "Second Young Master Turner, do you think you can beco the father of my future heir to Leclair Manor? Isn’t that a bit far-fetched?"

He only had two children, Benjamin and Nicholas. Nicholas would definitely inherit the Leclair Family’s business in the future. Cassius Turner wanted to marry Delphine and beco his son’s father? Absolutely ridiculous.

"So, you an that if I marry Delphine, you’ll take Nicholas back?" Cassius Turner’s gentle face showed a trace of seriousness as he sneered coldly. "I suppose you always intended to take the child back from the start. You truly are cruel to Delphine. How can soone like you be worthy of her?"

Ignatius Leclair’s handso, cold face betrayed not a hint of emotion. He stared icily at Cassius Turner, and for the first ti, found the Land Family’s Second Young Master...utterly obstructive.