the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 509: Enemy of the Leclair Family

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: Enemy of the Leclair Family
The Leclair family patriarch’s expression grew grim; he had never expected this seemingly quiet and delicate woman to be so unyielding.
The old man was about to say something further when Ignatius Leclair hurriedly rushed in.
The man entered the living room and found Delphine seated across from the old patriarch. His cold and stoic expression stiffened slightly as he spoke, "Grandfather, why didn’t you notify us of your arrival? Delphine is pregnant and shouldn’t be entertaining guests."
Seeing his well-behaved grandson—raised by him since childhood—come back and blindly side with the woman without understanding the situation, the old patriarch’s heart almost shattered. He grumbled, "Afraid I’ll scare her? An old bag of bones like me wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on her!"
"Yes, yes, you’ve seen her now. Let me take you home." Ignatius tried coaxing the old man, feeling somewhat helpless. After placating his grandfather, he would still have to calm his wife.
"Rushing me out this fast? I see, you want the woman and not your grandfather anymore. Fine, I’ll leave—don’t let me get in your way." His face darkened with fury as he stormed out without hesitation.
The Leclair patriarch left in defeat.
Ignatius quickly gestured to Maximilian, who had followed in, asking him to escort the old patriarch home. Only then did he turn to Delphine and softly inquire, "What did Grandfather say to you?"
The man seemed to have hurried back in a rush; his usual cold demeanor showed a trace of unease. He reached out to clasp her hand, kissed the corner of her temple.
Delphine did not retreat but lowered her gaze and said calmly, "All he asked was when I plan to leave you. Nothing else."
Ignatius’ expression sank immediately; his phoenix eyes narrowed in depths of intensity as he asked gravely, "And what did you say?"
These past days, no matter how gently he treated her, she remained unfazed. When he tried to get closer, she did not resist, but when his work kept him away, she also remained indifferent. This kind of distance, neither too close nor too far, left Ignatius feeling as though he was walking a tightrope over an abyss — painfully unsettled.
Delphine lifted her gaze toward him; her doe-like, glistening eyes carried no discernible emotion. She replied lightly, "I told him to ask you."
Ignatius’ thin lips curved into a faint smile. For him, as long as Delphine did not explicitly declare she was leaving him, he could be content.
After all, he was beginning to recall fragments of their past together. The situation they faced now, with her heart distant and unresponsive, was entirely his doing. It was he who had driven her away back then, causing the rift that lingered between them. All he could do now was spend the rest of his days slowly making amends.
"That day will never come," he said, his deep and sensual voice laced with firm conviction.
In this lifetime, he would never let her go. Particularly now, with the knowledge of her impoverished, harsh youth and all the suffering she had endured since—this woman was his obsession, gnawing at his soul. He could not bear the thought of losing her. Only by keeping her under his watchful gaze and protecting her personally could he find peace.
Delphine looked momentarily stunned but quickly recovered her composure—her lowered gaze shielding any trace of emotion.
A few days later, Delphine went to the hospital for her routine check-up. As she came out, she happened to run into Jocelyn Yeager.
Jocelyn had been deeply exhausted lately. Bessie Leclair had been wreaking havoc in the Yeager family, chaos sweeping through as though a storm had struck. Even the once hale and hearty patriarch of the Yeager family had fallen grievously ill under her torment and was now lying in the hospital groaning.
Jocelyn’s gaze lingered on her gently rounded belly; for a moment, his handsome face darkened. Then, he smiled faintly and asked, "The child—is it Ignatius Leclair’s?"
Delphine nodded, unwilling to elaborate.
Jocelyn took a deep breath and murmured, "I’m in the process of divorcing. Delphine, my promise to you remains unchanged."
Delphine’s expression shifted slightly as she replied, "Even if it means standing against the Leclair family?"