the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

Chapter 419: Old Xie Stinks, Mommy Smells Good

Melody had met Ignatius Leclair a few times before and had deeply admired this outstanding heir of the Leclair Family. But that was in the past. Now, Delphine was her daughter, and just thinking about the rumors surrounding this man and her child made him seem increasingly disagreeable. A man like that wouldn’t know how to show affection. No, absolutely not.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Leclair. Future plans will primarily depend on Delphine," Melody said politely.

Ignatius’s gaze deepened, and he immediately sensed some hostility. Keeping his composure, he spoke, "Despite the difficulty of investigating something that happened over twenty years ago, I began looking into it shortly after learning that Beatrice Carter was not Delphine’s biological mother. I’ve already gathered some evidence and hope it will assist you, Uncle Cloud, when the time comes."

Pausing briefly, he continued in a steady tone, "As for Delphine’s alleged framing of Melody, the investigation is also ongoing. The legal team is currently on their way back to the country, so you don’t have to worry."

Uncle Cloud’s expression grew more intense. To him, the most crucial matters were unraveling the truth about the departure of his lover years ago and addressing the situation between Delphine and Melody.

"I must thank you for this, Mr. Leclair."

Ignatius gave a slight, enigmatic smile. Melody, indeed, was a man of passion and honor—someone untouched by greed, yet deeply loyal. Such people were always the easiest to persuade. Internally, the man exhaled in relief as his gaze shifted briefly to Delphine. He reminded softly, "Delphine, Uncle Cloud should rest now."

Delphine glanced at her father. Melody had just clashed with the Cloud Family earlier, and weariness indeed clouded his expression.

She murmured a few quiet words before following Ignatius out of the hospital room, one in front and one behind.

As soon as they stepped out, the man reached out and gripped her arm, his voice low and heavy. "Leah went to the Southern Cemetery?"

Delphine was bothered by the heat of his large hand, as if burned. She was just about to pull away when his mention of Leah stopped her. Unable to hold back, she responded coldly, "What does that have to do with you, Mr. Leclair?"

"I know Leah’s past," Ignatius’s sharp eyes held a deep light. He uttered each word deliberatively, and noticed her face suddenly change. His tone softened even more, almost tender as he added, "If you want to know, come find me. Ask Maximilian for the address."

With that, Ignatius restrained himself, letting go of her arm. He cast a long, penetrating glance at her exquisite, downturned face before looking away and striding off.

Watching him leave, Delphine took slow, deliberate breaths. When he had approached her just now, her entire body had felt electrified, with every hair standing on end. His presence was suffocatingly familiar, as if etched deeply into her being—a habit she couldn’t easily break.

But how did Ignatius know about Leah’s past? Delphine frowned, hesitant about whether she should go.

In the city shopping mall, Leah was strolling leisurely through a children’s clothing store with Casimir Shaw. The little boy was dressed in a fuzzy tiger jacket, his features astonishingly delicate and beautiful. Pairing that with Leah’s stunning looks—she was wearing a long knitted dress—the pair attracted endless admiring glances as they wandered through the store.

Casimir, unfamiliar with shopping malls, relished the rare outing. In the past, outings had meant his great-grandmother trailing behind while aunts paved the way ahead in an imposing procession. This time was different: his Mommy was holding his hand, and all the uncles, aunts, and other children were staring at them instead.

Casimir straightened his small back, his smile so wide it almost stretched to his ears. In his sweet, soft voice, he announced, "Mommy, I want ice cream."

Old Shaw never let him eat ice cream, claiming it would make little kids’ stomachs hurt. Old Shaw never took him to malls either—not because of mobility issues, but simply because he disliked crowds. Old Shaw wasn’t as good-looking as Mommy, didn’t have Mommy’s scent, and lacked Mommy’s gentleness in every way. Casimir quietly compared the two in his head with an air of smug satisfaction.