the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 785: A Fresh Flower Stuck on Cow Dung

Ignatius Leclair spoke slowly, his phoenix eyes deep as he looked at Delphine, and said in a low voice, "Even if I lose the right of inheritance and have nothing to my na, I still have so skills. I can make a living for you and Benjamin and Nicholas. For example, as a chef or a flower farr. I seem to be pretty good at both."

The man’s thin lips curved into a smile as he thought it was quite a good idea. Didn’t Old Xie work as a carpenter for seven or eight years? Becoming a chef didn’t sound bad either.

Delphine was dumbfounded and couldn’t utter a single word. She couldn’t imagine Ignatius Leclair dressed in a pristine white chef’s uniform, wielding a spatula and cooking for descendants of prestigious families in Southeast Asia.

Yeats Howard, just coming downstairs, nearly fell off the stairs when he heard this. A chef? A flower farr? His uncle was truly shaless.

While others might not know, Yeats was well aware. As a child, his great-grandmother used to smack his shin with a stick, comparing him to his uncle and boasting about Ignatius’s legendary accomplishnts. Although the Leclair Family’s business empire in Southeast Asia was significant, it was nothing compared to Ignatius’s personal wealth amassed over the years.

A chef supporting a family? This was probably the coldest joke he’d heard all year. Ha!

Ignatius looked coldly at the oversized "light bulb" coming downstairs and lazily asked, "Where are Benjamin and Nicholas?"

"The new nanny is playing with them," Yeats replied, shrugging. His eyes glimred with gossip as he added, "Auntie, is that the heroine from your movie?"

When Delphine’s film was released, the Howard Family had booked an entire theater just to watch it.

Delphine nodded and said lightly, "She’s already married."

Delphine was aware of Yeats Howard’s reputation as a troublemaker, but fortunately, Ignatius could keep him under control.

"Married at such a young age?" Yeats clicked his tongue in disbelief. These young ladies nowadays sure had unusual priorities.

"Her husband is Constantine Stewart. Don’t ss with her unnecessarily," Ignatius stood up and reminded him. Yeats had always been tactless in matters of romance, known for his flirty yet crass deanor. But when faced with real consequences, he fled faster than anyone.

Constantine Stewart was the quintessential grudge-holder, petty to the extre. Despite being significantly older, he had married a girl not yet 20, acting both as husband and father. If Yeats dared to provoke this young woman and landed in Constantine’s hands, he’d certainly regret it deeply.

Constantine Stewart? Yeats had heard of this man even in the Imperial City. He imdiately hunched his shoulders and muttered under his breath, "A delicate flower planted in cow dung."

Delphine thought Yeats Howard was pretty shaless himself. So, he wasn’t cow dung?

With two additional outsiders at ho, Delphine didn’t mind. But Ignatius Leclair woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, looked at himself lying on the floor, and his phoenix eyes darkened.

The man got up, stood quietly in front of the bed, gazed at the sleeping Delphine, reached out to touch her petite face, and then took out a ring to slide onto her finger. Looking at the ring on her finger matching the one on his own, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Early the next morning, Ignatius Leclair rose as usual, went for a jog, took a shower, woke up Nicholas and Benjamin, and then went downstairs to make breakfast.

He fried eggs, cooked bacon, and squeezed fresh soy milk. Everything was prepared thodically.

By the ti Ignatius finished making breakfast, the two little ones were already obediently seated at the dining table.

When Delphine ca downstairs, she saw Chloe Winston standing frozen like a wooden post at the stairway and asked in surprise, "Why aren’t you eating breakfast?"

Chloe pointed at the infamous Southeast Asian Ignatius Leclair cooking breakfast, her eyes wide as saucers. Stamring, she said, "Delphine, is it true—your family, it’s always... your husband cooking breakfast?"