Delphine's personality had always been reclusive and introverted. Few people could truly reach her heart, and the experiences of these past years had made her adept at remaining unruffled. But now her hands were trembling so much she couldn't even drive, clearly revealing that she still harbored lingering feelings for Ignatius Leclair. Griffith Squire let out a cold snort.
Delphine suddenly gripped the car door with both hands, took a deep breath, and shook her head, saying, "I'm just a bit tired. A little rest will do. I've never seen such ugliness in human nature before; it's hard to adapt to."
Wherever her gaze landed, it was filled with people masked by greed and self-interest. These aristocratic families and noble houses were truly cesspools of filth.
