the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 526: That Man is Invincible

Chapter 526: Chapter 526: That Man is Invincible
When Ignatius Leclair came downstairs, he saw Mrs. Li coaxing the twins to sleep. Perhaps having not seen their mommy for a long time, the elder twin pouted his lips and began to wail in loud sobs, trying to catch their mommy’s attention. Seeing his brother cry, the younger twin followed suit, and all at once, Mrs. Li was busy soothing one then the other.
The man approached, his sharp eyebrows knitting as he looked at the little ones, their scrunched-up faces red with crying. He extended his long fingers and poked at the chubby cheek of the younger one.
The younger twin, distracted by daddy, stopped crying and stared at the man before him with tear-filled, curious eyes. She grabbed his finger and tried to shove it into her mouth. She was hungry. She wanted to eat her hand.
Ignatius snorted lightly. Watching the younger twin playing with her saliva, he said indifferently, "Pretty little girls aren’t allowed to eat their hands or play with their spit."
The younger twin looked at him aggrievedly and then went back to crying alongside her brother.
Ignatius’s face darkened as he turned to Mrs. Li and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Delphine Carter?"
"Miss Delphine has already left, but today she acted a little strange," Mrs. Li said while swiftly preparing formula for the twins. Her tone carried some puzzlement. "She bought many things for the twins, commissioned a pair of gold lock charms, and got them protective silver necklaces and jade pendants as well."
As she spoke, Mrs. Li brought over the jewelry stored in a box.
Ignatius opened the box and saw the accessories lying quietly on red silk. His phoenix-like eyes became dark and unreadable. Glancing at the gloomy weather outside, he recalled the unsigned divorce agreement, and for some unknown reason, his thin lips pressed lightly together.
Delphine stepped out of Emerald Hill Villas. In the drizzling rain, she cast one last glance at the villa, one last glance at the two children she could no longer hold, then made a call to Finnian, her voice hoarse and drained. "Mr. Finnian, the matter I entrusted you with before—I must trouble you to help me with it."
Finnian was silent on the phone for a long time, disapproving as he said, "Delphine, are you sure you want to do this?"
"He doesn’t want to give me even one child—not even one." Delphine’s thin lips involuntarily trembled. Her voice was low. "I’ve always had depression. These past years, it hasn’t gotten any better."
Finnian clenched his teeth, the man who usually smiled like the spring breeze now rarely showing anger. "So you plan to throw away yourself to make your point?"
Delphine laughed faintly, the rainwater mixing with her tears, blurring her vision. The man she loved had long ceased to exist, and the children didn’t belong to her either. She just wanted to quietly spend the rest of her life, a life undisturbed.
"I only want to live a life where no one bothers me."
Finnian’s face turned ashen. He knew that after this incident, her depression would only deepen. If no one looked after her, who knew what she might end up doing. If he arranged things properly, perhaps Delphine could suffer a little less.
Thinking about what he had to do, Finnian felt it was utterly absurd—the kind of grim irony that made him believe both his own mind and Delphine Carter’s were broken.
"Delphine, you could’ve used the media to expose this matter and fought for custody of the children. Even if you couldn’t win, you could have made Ignatius Leclair’s life miserable. Why did you choose such a path instead?" Finnian asked in frustration, resentful of her resignation.
Delphine remained silent. Perhaps it was her temperament; she could never be as unrestrained and willful as Leah in this lifetime. If this matter were exposed, not only would it not help, but also the two children would suffer greatly when they grew up.
What was lost would never return. What didn’t belong to her was something she could never obtain.
"Because Ignatius Leclair and I are merely strangers. There’s no emotion between us. How could you hope to hurt him?" she said calmly.
The man was already indestructible. Nothing she did could hurt him—only herself.
"Finnian, I used to not believe in fate, but now I do."
Finnian gritted his teeth. After a long while, he uttered in a muffled voice, "Alright."