That sentence was like a sudden clap of thunder, making Delphine's entire body quiver lightly. Her dark pupils constricted sharply as she looked at Ignatius Leclair.
The man steadily held her hand, his strong and muscular arm reaching out to stabilize her trembling body. His face remained as handsome and distinguished as ever, exuding the unique elegance of a prestigious family. It seemed as though the matter Joseph Lloyd mentioned was no more significant than the pleasant weather of that day.
Delphine's thoughts were in disarray. For so long, she had only known that Ignatius Leclair was extremely indifferent toward his biological father. Four years ago, he had even schemed to bring him down, exiling him to Xiang City. Over the years, he had systematically weakened Stone Leclair's influence, never calling him father, treating him as if he were an enemy. And now, it turned out they truly were enemies.
