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Chapter 305: The man’s eyebrows and eyes were cold and stern as he silently applied medicine to her.
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face grew slightly stern. What could possibly happen during a banquet at the Leclair Estate?
The man stood up, his steps steady as he left the tea room. Outside the side hall, seven or eight young heirs of prominent families had gathered. Melody Cloud had fallen to the ground, and a large hexagonal red camellia planter lay shattered on the floor. Leah Squire was being blocked by several young ladies of high standing, who clamored angrily, "You think you can just leave after injuring someone?"
"That huge flower pot came crashing down—were you trying to end Melody’s life?"
"How can there be such a vicious woman?"
Leah’s cold, exquisite face was clouded with frost as she sharply retorted, "Get out of my way." She had only come here to look for Delphine, but before she could even step into the side hall, she was accosted by these absurd women. Who the hell knew who had thrown the pot?
"Leah Squire, do you even know where you are? This is the Leclair Estate!" Bessie Leclair pompously stepped forward, about to shove her. She’d long been fed up with Leah, who not only always supported Delphine Carter but also relied on her seductive looks to captivate the young heirs of prominent Southern families to the point of losing all sense of reason. Every day, Leah strutted around with the air of an entitled princess, stealing all the attention from her and Melody.
Leah, well aware of how Bessie had bullied Delphine since they were young, sneered inwardly. Her devilishly enchanting peach blossom eyes narrowed as she swiftly flipped Bessie over her shoulder, slamming her hard onto the ground.
The surrounding young ladies from noble families gasped in shock, rushing to help Bessie, leaving even Melody momentarily overlooked.
Bessie was left dazed from the impact. On the freezing cold ground in the dead of winter, she was paralyzed for a moment before letting out a high-pitched wail.
What a useless mess. Melody, gritting her teeth, saw that all eyes were now on Bessie. She bit down hard in frustration and then weakly cried out to the approaching Ignatius Leclair, "Senior, look at Bessie!"
"Send someone to the main hall and make sure no news of this reaches them." Ignatius’s phoenix-shaped eyes cast a glance around, a flash of ferocity gleaming in their depths. He ordered Maximilian to take men to keep the crowd in the main hall under control.
The attendees tonight were all prominent figures from aristocratic families, not mere young heirs. The two areas weren’t far apart, and if this side of the event spiraled out of hand and alarmed the old patriarch, the consequences would be severe.
"Melody, you’re bleeding!" one of the young ladies suddenly exclaimed.
Sure enough, a small puddle of blood had formed on the floor.
Melody swayed on her feet, conveniently falling in Ignatius Leclair’s direction. The man’s strong, solid arm reached out and caught her, preventing her from collapsing fully into his embrace.
Melody lowered her eyes, a flicker of irritation flashing through them, before she softly murmured in a weak voice, "It’s nothing serious. I must have been startled earlier and accidentally cut my hand on a shard of the flower pot."
"Bring the medical kit," Ignatius commanded, his brows knitting as he noticed her entire right hand was smeared with blood. He supported her into the side hall and instructed someone to fetch the first aid kit.
Bessie was also helped into the side hall. In a matter of moments, the entire disturbance had been brought under control.
Delphine woke in a cold sweat, her stomach cramping in waves. She faintly overheard some commotion but didn’t pay it much mind until a servant suddenly rushed to her door, panic-stricken, and said, "Miss Delphine, something’s happened downstairs. Miss Leah injured Miss Melody, and also hurt Miss Bessie."
Delphine’s expression shifted subtly. Her dark, deep eyes grew even darker, and her delicate, petite face turned almost ghostly pale.
Leah had always been willful and reckless, and Griffith Squire had always indulged her whims. But this wasn’t the Golden Triangle. Melody was far too cunning and skillful in her manipulations. Leah would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage against her.
Forcing herself to her feet, Delphine grabbed a coat and hurried downstairs.
As expected, chaos reigned in the side hall. Standing on the staircase, Delphine immediately spotted Melody reclining weakly on the sofa. The man stood beside her, his stern and chiseled features icy as he silently tended to her wound.