novelraw Chapter 289: It’s Best You Really Marry Griffith Squire, Let Him Taste the Agony
Chapter 289: It’s Best You Really Marry Griffith Squire, Let Him Taste the Agony
Delphine left the Leclair Estate and drove straight to Squire Manor.
Leah was practicing shooting at the family training ground. Seeing Delphine arrive wearing slippers, her cheeks slightly reddened from the cold, Leah was immediately stunned. She dropped her firearm, took off her protective ear gear, and asked, "What happened?"
Delphine reached out to grasp her hand, her eyes red. In a hoarse voice, she cried out, "Leah, Leah."
"Don’t panic. Let’s talk in the warm room." Since their reunion in Southeast Asia, Leah had never seen Delphine show such a vulnerable expression. She led her into the warm room, instructed the servants to fetch a warm towel, and gently wiped her swollen eyes. Only after Delphine’s emotions had calmed slightly did Leah ask, "What exactly happened?"
"Stone Leclair married my mother," Delphine choked out, the despair washing over her for the first time. She had returned to Southeast Asia and worked so hard, even going so far as to compromise herself for Ignatius Leclair. Yet all of it now felt like a cruel joke, ever since Mrs. Gu married Stone Leclair.
Leah’s cold, striking face instantly changed upon hearing this, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "Stone Leclair married your mother to silence the scandal. And your mother, knowing full well about your relationship with Ignatius Leclair, still went through with the marriage just for wealth and status?"
Delphine nodded. When it all unfolded, the only thought in her head was to find Leah. Yet now, sitting in Squire Manor, she felt a strange sense of sluggishness.
"What the hell is this nonsense? How could there be such a mother in the world? Why bother caring about her? Let her be crushed by Stone Leclair for all I care," Leah spat angrily. How could someone have such an absurd and selfish mother? After enduring years of oppression herself, she dragged Delphine into enduring the abuse of the Leclair Family, instead of taking her daughter and escaping. Incredibly foolish.
"I originally thought once I earned enough money, we could leave the Leclair Family and start a new life," Delphine said with a bitter laugh. She had hinted to Mrs. Gu more than once about leaving the man-eating Hell that was the Leclair Estate, but her pleas were ignored.
"Leah, she doesn’t understand. Before, there was some chance of escape, but now that she’s married into the Leclair Family, she’s doomed to a dead-end. Stone Leclair is ruthless, never caring about her life or death. The old patriarch of the Leclair Family will never acknowledge her status, and as for Ignatius Leclair, how could he possibly tolerate her taking over his late mother’s position?" Delphine said with a bitter smile, gripping Leah’s hand tightly.
Seeing how saddened and distraught Delphine was, Leah sighed deeply and said, "Delphine, everyone chooses their own path. You can’t save her; you can’t even save yourself. In my opinion, you shouldn’t meddle in the Leclair Family’s mess anymore. If you’ve given up on Ignatius Leclair, you should leave as soon as possible. As for your mother, she gave you life but didn’t raise you. These years—those were enough."
Delphine hung her head, her body trembling faintly, not saying a word.
"Actually, this whole situation might be a good thing for you." Leah bit her red lips, analyzing calmly. "The year’s end is approaching. The Leclair Estate’s formidable old patriarch is bound to return. With Stone Leclair marrying your mother, you and Ignatius Leclair are now siblings.
You can use the old patriarch’s presence to get engaged to my brother. With the Squire Family backing you, is Ignatius Leclair really going to resort to forcibly taking someone else’s fiancée or seizing his so-called sister?"
Delphine’s body froze. She lifted her misty eyes to look at Leah, slowly shaking her head, and said, "Leah, Ignatius Leclair is vengeful to the core; he would never spare the Squire Family."
Leah let out a cold laugh, her seductive gaze narrowing slightly. With a lazy tone, she said, "We siblings aren’t afraid of him. It would be best if you truly married Griffith Squire. Let Ignatius Leclair experience the pain for himself."