the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 749: You can’t survive, so you want so many people t

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze shifted to the father and son inside the study. His deep, enigmatic eyes lingered on Joseph Lloyd for a few seconds. His expression was stern, and his voice resud its usual low, indifferent tone: "Uncle Joseph, I told you years ago that I hoped that would be the last ti we t."

Mr. Lloyd hurriedly stood up, looking at the once-handso youth who had now grown tall and steady. Due to his agitation, he began to cough violently, prompting the young man beside him to frantically soothe him.

"Ignatius, Uncle just wanted to see you one last ti." The refined Mr. Lloyd coughed until his eyes were red, pausing montarily to turn toward Delphine. With a trembling voice, he said, "Is this your wife? If your mother knew, she would surely be very happy."

Ignatius Leclair nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "When I went to honor my mother during Qingming and Winter Solstice, I ntioned it to her. She was very pleased."

The man lightly tightened his grasp on her hand. Delphine turned to look at him, noticing he masked his emotions well, save for a subtle unrest betrayed by his fingertips.

"That’s good, that’s good," Mr. Lloyd said, tears streaming down his aging face. He slightly turned his head to wipe his eyes.

"Father, sit down first, and tell us slowly," the young man, who had remained silent until now, helped him take a seat.

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze swept over the young man, and he asked gravely, "Seeing Uncle Joseph now having a child of his own, my mother would also be pleased."

"Mr. Leclair, I am an adopted son. Over these years, my father has never been able to forget your mother and remained unmarried his entire life," the young man, visibly moved, revealed the truth.

"Wensheng!" Mr. Lloyd hurriedly interrupted him. The young man imdiately pulled back, lowered his head, and quietly refrained from speaking further.

Ignatius Leclair showed no sign of surprise, rely responded blandly, "Now that you have seen , I will arrange for soone to send you ho. Taking care of your health is most important. The climate in the South Seas is humid and hot, not as nourishing as that of South River."

"Ignatius, you don’t need to chase away. This ti I’ve co, I didn’t intend to leave alive. My heart is not reconciled; I have endured for so many years, enduring till death, and I can’t bear it anymore." Mr. Lloyd stood up in agitation, pointing angrily at the lavish banquet below as he exclaid, "I saw everything. He has taken his seat again, returning to his old place. How can the heavens be so unjust? Why does such scum deserve admiration? Arlan was so young when she died—he should be in hell!"

Delphine’s heart pounded violently, her eyes instinctively widened. An inconceivable thought surged within her as she turned to look at Ignatius Leclair.

The man’s features remained cold and resolute, carrying a trace of rigid sharpness. His deep, ink-black eyes bore into the room as he said heavily, "And so you plan to confront him, label him a murderer, and then allow the Leclair Family to expel you, leaving you to die on the streets. All the while, this matter won’t even leave a single mark on Stone Leclair."

"I can file a case, press charges."

"Then drag the entire Leclair Family into an abyss of irreversible ruin? Let my grandmother be utterly heartbroken? Let my grandfather be driven to death by rage? Let the Howard Family and Leclair Family beco mortal enemies? Worse yet, let and Stone Leclair break all ties, causing the Leclair Family to fracture and vanish from the South Seas forever?" Ignatius Leclair’s voice was cutting and frigid. His eyes glead with murderous intensity as he spoke, his words cold and almost cruel, "So, since you can’t go on living, you want to pull all these people down with you to die?"

Mr. Lloyd staggered backward, finally collapsing onto the ground. Completely losing control, he sobbed bitterly as he said with grief, "But he killed Arlan. I cannot accept it!"