the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 711: In our family, my husband always has the final

Delphine escorted the two little ones to their classroom and returned to find the principal already present, attempting to diate and conduct ideological work for both parties. Yet, despite her efforts, the man born into privilege did not even bother to lift his eyes, while the Walker couple stood their ground, unwilling to concede, leaving the two sides locked in a standoff.

Ignatius Leclair had maintained a low profile over the years, not even gracing the covers of financial magazines. On the rare occasions he appeared publicly, it was at elite gatherings of the most prestigious family circles. During the past three years he had spent in the Imperial City, even the elder patriarch of the Leclair Family had to schedule an appointnt to et his eldest grandson.

The Walkers did not recognize him, partly due to their lack of standing, and partly because of his understated deanor.

Delphine felt that this whole matter was being blown out of proportion, but noticing that Ignatius seed to have his own plans, she chose to remain silent.

The female principal, unable to make progress with the ideological work on Ignatius, turned her efforts to persuading Delphine.

"Benjamin’s mom, would you consider taking a step back? The Walkers have been making calls to their relatives and connections, including the prestigious Monroe Family. Perhaps you could urge your husband to let this matter go? After all, offending the Walkers is one thing, but creating trouble with the Monroes might not be worth it."

Before approaching Delphine, the principal had specifically reviewed docunts for both parties involved. Mrs. Walker had been flaunting her connection to the Monroe Family at every turn, eager to boast about it. In contrast, Delphine’s file was shockingly sparse, almost embarrassing—when Benjamin was enrolled, it seed she hadn’t even co in person, nor had any connections been indicated. Even the "parents’ occupation" field was left blank, the only notable detail being the paynt process, which had been impressively prompt.

Thus, the principal’s intention was to persuade Benjamin and Nicholas to withdraw from the school.

Delphine couldn’t help but laugh—how ironic it was to live in a ti when even childrens’ squabbles required a battle of family pedigrees.

"In our family, major decisions are always left to my husband," she replied with a soft, serene smile. Her naturally striking looks seed to gleam with a radiant beauty when she laughed, her features harmonizing delicately, and that effortless glow made many montarily stunned.

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze remained focused on his wife the entire ti. When he heard her personally refer to him as "my husband," his heart lted as if sweetened by honey. For a man known for his perpetually emotionless façade, his expression ca dangerously close to softening. Clearing his throat lightly, Ignatius caught sight of arriving Monroe Family representatives and let his phoenix-shaped eyes grow deeper, a cold sharpness flickering within them.

Mr. Walker had only made a token call to one of the Monroe family’s distant relatives—a third uncle—exchanging pleasantries and casually ntioning that their son had been involved in a scuffle at the kindergarten.

The Monroes, as one might expect, had no interest in minor matters like this and dismissed the call impatiently.

But when Mr. Walker saw the Monroe Family Head arriving in person, he was startled, barely able to believe it. He quickly approached him with bent posture and a fawning smile, saying, "Third Uncle, why would you co here yourself? It’s just a small matter we can handle ourselves. How could we trouble you to co all this way?"

The Monroe patriarch’s face turned pale with indignation. He wasn’t here for his grand-nephew. With one swift kick, he sent Mr. Walker stumbling, then rushed forward anxiously to stand before Ignatius, grinning obsequiously with an air of desperation. "Mr. Leclair, what brings you to the kindergarten today? Is the elder patriarch in good health lately?"

Inside the office, everyone watched this dramatic turn of events in stunned silence. Mr. Walker stumbled after being kicked and nearly fell, while Mrs. Walker’s face turned ashen, unable to utter a single word. Even the principal, who had been painstakingly trying to convince Delphine to withdraw, stood gaping, utterly speechless.

That man—the Monroe patriarch—represented the Walkers’ most formidable backing.

Beads of cold sweat broke out on the Monroe Family Head’s brow. Ever since the downfall of the Cloud Family, with its mbers eting tragically severe fates, rumors had it that Ignatius Leclair had been the most ruthless player in their demise. Given the Monroes’ delicate position as they sought elevation into the ranks of top-tier elite families, provoking the Leclair Family’s rciless heir now—despite the Yeager Family’s protection—would clearly spell trouble.

Ignatius’ eyes glead with a bone-chilling light as the corners of his lips curled into a detached, indifferent smile. "I brought my daughter here to attend school, only to be told that my son should be expelled. Your people?"

The last few words carried a sinister and intense hostility.