The man's chest was warm and fiery, carrying a faint, fresh scent of pine. Delphine closed her eyes slightly, feeling her body warm up a bit, and said softly, "Grandfather already introduced my identity tonight."
Ignatius Leclair was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then his phoenix-like eyes became slightly moist. That old man wasn't as inflexible as he seemed.
"Grandfather's health has always been excellent; he will be fine," Delphine comforted him.
"Uncle," Yeats Howard slipped up to the fourth floor stealthily. Seeing it was him, the people of Jing Six didn't stop him, and he came over all the way, feeling guilty.
Yeats Howard had already apprehended Joseph Lloyd and his son, questioned them thoroughly, sent the father and son to the hospital, and then rushed to find Ignatius Leclair. The trouble he caused, he would own up to it even if he had to do it on his knees.
