the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 751: Your Elder Brother’s Emotions Are Truly Pervert

Joseph Lloyd’s eyes were bloodshot, enduring the tornt of illness along with the piercing pain of losing his loved ones over the years. He looked at Ignatius Leclair and muttered, "So, you’ve known about this all along. I thought I was the only one who knew."

Joseph let out a low, bitter laugh, his tears flowing uncontrollably. His words ca out fragnted and incoherent: "When Alanna passed away, I was by her side. She begged to promise her to keep this secret forever. She said she didn’t want your life to be consud by hate."

Ignatius Leclair’s face turned an unusual shade of pale as he spoke in a low and somber tone, "Uncle Lloyd, let take you out. Let’s pretend you were never here today."

Leaning on his adopted son’s arm, Joseph Lloyd nodded shakily. His complexion was ashen, his face worn by despair and disease. He now seed ten years older, like an elderly man nearing the end of his days, unable even to recognize the way out.

He had wanted to perish alongside Stone Leclair, but Ignatius’s stern interrogation made him realize that no matter what he did, Alanna’s death was irreversible, and his actions would only drag more innocent people into disaster.

Delphine, overwheld with rage, stared at Joseph Lloyd, who seed to have lost all will to live, and at the miserably pained Monsieur Wen. Clutching Ignatius Leclair’s hand tightly, she asked with deliberate emphasis, "Is there truly no way to seek justice?"

Ignatius’s voice was hoarse, carrying a tallic coldness: "Stone Leclair will face his reckoning, but as for Mother’s matter, it must be taken to the grave. Otherwise, the Leclair and Howard families will end up as sworn enemies."

On one side stood his beloved grandmother; on the other, his doting grandfather. This was the reason Ignatius Leclair had kept silent for years.

The man turned toward Joseph Lloyd, deep in thought as he asked, "Uncle Lloyd, lately, have any unfamiliar or suspicious people approached you? Asking questions or perhaps, how did you learn about Stone Leclair’s birthday banquet plans?"

The information about the banquet was only circulated within elite family circles.

Joseph Lloyd froze upon hearing this and imdiately sensed sothing amiss, replying, "I learned about it from chatting with a patient at the hospital. He’s from Southeast Asia."

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze grew even darker, realizing that Joseph Lloyd had been set up and lured into this trap from Southeast Asia. Without saying a word, he opened the door and gestured for Monsieur Wen to assist Joseph Lloyd out.

Inside the banquet venue, which extended from the main hall to the garden in the front courtyard, Jocelyn Yeager held a glass of red wine. Her eyes fixed on the top floor of the Leclair mansion, her handso face clouded with hostility and gloom.

Nathan Leclair, having welcod nurous guests, noticed Jocelyn standing alone by the ornantal trees. Even the flamboyant floral arrangents throughout the garden couldn’t brighten her dark inner turmoil. He raised an eyebrow and approached her, his lips curling into a mischievous, cynical smile as he remarked, "I’m genuinely curious. Given your current power and status, you could be considered a significant figure in Southeast Asia. Why go to such lengths to bring my elder brother to ruin? If it’s over a woman, it’s nothing but one-sided infatuation. Delphine has never reciprocated your feelings. Don’t you find your obsession a bit twisted, Reginald?"

Nathan Leclair’s sole regard for her stemd from Jocelyn’s cold-hearted indifference toward Bessie Leclair—soone he loathed profoundly.

"Your elder brother’s emotions are the true definition of twisted depravity." Jocelyn let out a cold laugh, her gaze shifting to the direction of the main entrance. The Howard family’s Demon King Hun, Yeats Howard, stord in with an imposing air. Her smile deepened as she added, "The stage is set, and everyone has finally arrived."

Yeats Howard, covered in the dust and weariness of travel, made his way straight to Stone Leclair. Without hesitation, he swung a punch, sending Stone stumbling backward. He fell to the ground, knocking over the banquet’s drink station in the process, and chaos erupted instantly.