the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 574: Or do you want to reconcile with me again?

Delphine stepped onto the second floor and saw the man entering from the open balcony of the study. His tall, lithe figure was silhouetted against the light, his face as perpetually cold and severe as ever, exuding an unapproachable detachnt.

"Sit." Ignatius Leclair entered and casually gestured toward the sofa. His voice was low, tinged with a slight rasp.

Delphine took a deep breath. Though this man was rcurial, borderline schizophrenic, and deeply pathological, he had taken Nicholas away without a word. Now, he wore such a leisurely deanor, as if he had done nothing wrong at all.

Fury surged within Delphine, nearly overwhelming her. Her voice was sharp and icy as she spoke, "Why did you take Nicholas away?"

"Miss Carter, do you still have ti to take care of Nicholas? I thought you were busy these days, engrossed in your romantic escapades." Ignatius’s thin lips curved into a mocking smile as he let out a cold laugh. She had gone house-hunting with Wilbur Turner, hadn’t she? Now she was buying a house—who knew if she planned to remarry and take his son with her next?

In the past few years, he had truly underestimated Delphine Carter. The number of n around her was staggering, one leaving only to be replaced by a pair, no less than her days in Southeast Asia.

Delphine trembled with anger, her voice cold as ice. "If I recall correctly, Mr. Leclair, there is absolutely no relationship between us. What I do in my private life is none of your business."

Ignatius’s deep, phoenix-like eyes suddenly narrowed as he replied in an unhurried tone, "So, are you planning to marry Wilbur Turner and take my son with you?"

Delphine’s eyes widened in disbelief. This man was utterly irrational. It was he who had wanted a divorce after regaining his mory, and it was also he who had agreed to give her custody of Nicholas. Now he had the audacity to take this accusatory stance, as if she were the one betraying him?

Over the years, Ignatius’s ntal condition had truly worsened.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking Nicholas back now. Please don’t take my son without a word in the future." Delphine tried her best to calm her emotions, unwilling to reason with a ntally unstable and erratic man.

Seeing her ready to leave after saying just a few words, Ignatius’s handso face darkened, and a shadow of gloom fell over him. His voice was indifferent as he said, "Delphine Carter, though I gave you custody of Nicholas, he is still my son. I have the right to take him back at any ti."

Delphine froze mid-step. It felt as though a string in her mind had been yanked taut until it snapped. Sohow, she mustered the courage to face this towering, elitist scion before her and asked, word by word, "Nicholas and Benjamin—are they your children?"

The man gave a cold, affirmative response.

"So, you’re admitting that when we were together, it was your primary personality, not Magnus?" Delphine let out a cold laugh.

Ignatius’s strikingly handso face suddenly darkened, his eyebrows carrying a trace of anger. His thin lips pressed tightly together, and he said nothing.

"Deliberately plotting to make return to Southeast Asia, forcing marriage, forcing divorce—it was all you, wasn’t it, Ignatius Leclair? Not Magnus. With your pathological behavior, how dare you even ntion that Nicholas is your child?" Her body shook with rage as she spoke, her voice raspier and slower than usual, the words cutting like ice as they escaped through gritted teeth. "You sit there in your lofty position, looking down on soone like . Then why don’t you just leave alone for the rest of our lives? Why use my son to threaten ? Or is it that your fragnted mind is acting up again, and now you want to reconcile with ?"

Ignatius’s expression hardened, his thin lips pressing downward into a rigid, cold arc. Though Arthur White had arranged for her to return, it was indeed him, with his reshaped mories, who had approached her in the first place. And it was also him who had chosen to leave her after regaining his mory.

He had thought that leaving this woman behind would return his life to its original course. Yet three years had passed, and the longer ti stretched on, the more it felt as though he was sinking deeper into an incurable affliction.