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Chapter 379: Over the years, he lived in the cabin and often hallucinated hearing Crystal Landon’s voice.
Richard Shaw noticed her hesitation; his handsome and solemn face revealed a hint of surprise as he calmly asked, "Is this inconvenient for you?"
Delphine hesitated for a moment before replying quietly, "I’ve already arranged with a friend that she’ll pick me up and take me to the wedding venue. Please allow me a moment to call her and let her know."
This was indeed the best solution: on the one hand informing Leah to delay her plans, and on the other hand avoiding offending this Major General.
Richard Shaw smiled slightly and nodded.
The two officers behind Richard Shaw were practically glaring daggers in astonishment. In Imperial City, let alone picking someone up, their Major General had never had to wait for anyone. This Southern Territory truly felt cursed. No, rather, that Crown Prince from the Southern Territory was truly cursed.
Delphine didn’t dare to stray far and stood by the dining table to make a call to Leah.
Leah was at home selecting a dress. Snowball galloped cheerfully around the walk-in closet as Leah played with it while answering her phone with a lazy laugh, "It’s still early—why are you calling me now?"
Delphine glanced over at the righteous and dignified Major General, managing a faint smile before speaking softly, "I’ll need to head over first. Later, you and your brother can arrive together—will that be alright?"
Leah raised an eyebrow, huffing in mild irritation, "Is Ignatius Leclair watching you so closely?"
Delphine replied softly with a simple sound of affirmation, not daring to speak too much in Richard Shaw’s presence. Just as she was about to end the call, she heard Leah adorably scolding the troublemaking Snowball on the phone, "Snowball, you’re chewing on my shoes again. You’re not even a dog!"
From the phone’s speaker, the woman’s sweet and lazy voice carried over. The smile on Richard Shaw’s lips abruptly froze as he sat in his wheelchair. His body stiffened slightly as he gripped the chair forcefully, veins bulging, as though he wanted to listen more clearly—but by then, Delphine had already ended the call.
Looking at Richard Shaw’s solemn and uncompromising expression, with his sharp eyes emanating an iron-blooded tension, Delphine couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. She asked hesitantly, "Mr. Shaw, are you feeling unwell?"
Richard Shaw raised his palm slightly before waving it, as if dismissing an invisible thought. He was convinced he must have been hallucinating. For years, while living in the secluded cabin, he had occasionally hallucinated the coquettish voice of Crystal Landon angrily mocking him: "You blockhead, Shaw the blockhead."
His face briefly revealed a trace of aloof loneliness, detachment from humanity. Seeing Delphine startled, he pulled up a stiff smile, his voice darker than before as he said, "I’ll take you to the wedding venue first. If we’re late, old Leclair will start worrying again."
Delphine noticed his expression, his wheelchair-bound presence towering yet constrained, and dared not trouble him further. Clenching her teeth lightly, she decided to head to the hotel first.
Richard Shaw’s vehicle was a modified off-road car with superior performance. Two officers surrounded him, one in the front and one in the back for his protection. A second modified car followed behind. Delphine was somewhat surprised—though Richard Shaw held a high-ranking position, would attending Bessie Leclair’s wedding in the Southern Territory warrant the presence of such elite personnel? These individuals were undoubtedly the cream of the crop in the military.
Noticing her reaction, Richard Shaw explained faintly, "I happened to be dealing with matters nearby when Bessie’s wedding came up, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to catch up with old Leclair."
Richard Shaw spoke with straightforward honesty—truthfully, the wedding of Leah’s sibling from the Leclair family was not reason enough to summon him. He was here on business; attending the wedding was purely incidental.
Observing his limited mobility—and the fact that Ignatius Leclair had sent him to pick her up—Delphine frowned lightly and said softly, "Ignatius Leclair’s personality is far too overbearing. Mr. Shaw, if it’s inconvenient for you, there’s no need to indulge him."