the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 776: Clearly, There is a Problem with the Couple’s R

Janssen’s eyes flashed with a hint of astonishnt. Why did he feel as though he’d co to treat Mrs. Leclair for depression? The man before him, emanating an intimidating aura, composed and restrained, unfathomably deep—the sa formidable Ignatius Leclair of Southeast Asia—had effortlessly exonerated himself from a murder case during yesterday’s trial and, in one swift move, dealt his father a devastating blow. This was hardly a man in need of psychological therapy.

Janssen suddenly wanted to call his professor in the United Kingdom, eager to learn more about this Major Leclair’s dical records.

While Janssen grappled briefly with his surprise, Delphine had already stepped into the tea room, smiled at him gently, and motioned for him to take a seat. In a soft voice, she said, "Hello, Dr. Janssen. My husband has had dual personality since he was young. Recently, the stress has beco overwhelming—his emotions unstable, frequent headaches. This ti, I invited you here hoping you could help alleviate his headaches."

Janssen noticed how softly she spoke, how extraordinarily beautiful she was; the kind of beauty icy and ethereal, as though it arose from her very bones, offering a feast for the eyes. He dared not look at her for too long and lowered his gaze, smiling lightly as he replied, "You’re too kind, Mrs. Leclair. I’ll do my best."

It was difficult to imagine that such a woman had once suffered from severe depression. However, those who overco depression often develop a calm and open-mindedness that others lack. No wonder Major Leclair had kept his wife hidden away, guarded so closely. A woman beautiful both in appearance and spirit—what man wouldn’t want to keep her all to himself?

"Nicholas and Benjamin should have landed by now. I’ve sent Maximilian to the airport to pick them up. I’ll wrap this up soon," said the man, leaning down to whisper in his wife’s ear in a low, intimate tone. Delphine nodded slightly, leaving the space to them as she went upstairs.

Watching her slender, graceful figure disappear from sight, Ignatius Leclair finally withdrew his gaze and t Janssen’s probing eyes. Curling his lips into a faint smile, he said coolly, "Let’s begin."

His deanor felt almost reversed, making Janssen montarily question whether he himself was the one in need of counseling.

After half an hour of conversation, Janssen felt close to his limit. This Major Leclair was ticulous in thought, his logic astonishingly strong, and he was well versed in all matters psychological. As soon as Janssen uttered a single sentence, Ignatius was already fully grasping his intentions. Combined with the overwhelming pressure of his domineering presence, the session was entirely unmanageable.

One personality being this perverse was bad enough—yet he had *two*. It was as if this body housed two separate souls. Janssen silently offered his condolences to all of Ignatius’s adversaries.

"Actually, my wife prefers one of my personalities but doesn’t like the other. That’s what’s been giving the headaches lately. You see, both of my personalities are quite fond of her," Ignatius said plainly, his handso, cold features devoid of expression as his deep, phoenix-like eyes bored into Janssen. "Over the years, my two personalities have always coexisted peacefully. It’s only because of my wife’s attitude that the conflict began—and now they’re quarrelling."

The man shalessly hinted at the situation.

In an instant, Janssen understood. Clearly, this was a matter of marital discord. But then again, what ordinary person would simultaneously care for both personalities of the sa man? This was definitely a tricky problem.

"I’ll make sure to share Major Leclair’s situation with Mrs. Leclair," Janssen said, tactfully catching on to the underlying implication.

"Good," Ignatius responded, nodding with satisfaction—his half-hour clearly not squandered.

Rising elegantly to his feet, Ignatius smiled with poise and grace. "That concludes today’s session. I hope Dr. Janssen can have a candid yet subtle conversation with my wife—I’ve always worried that her depression hasn’t fully resolved."