novelraw Chapter 439: This Person Seems to Appear Out of Thin Air
Chapter 439: This Person Seems to Appear Out of Thin Air
An hour later, Delphine discreetly slipped into the hospital with Desmond Wood, avoiding unwanted attention.
Over the past few days, Jocelyn Yeager’s recovery had been fairly smooth. Except for the cast on his right arm that couldn’t be removed yet, everything else had basically healed.
"Delphine, I’m a bit hungry. Could you help me order some takeout?" The baby-faced man beamed brightly. After knowing her for just an hour, Desmond Wood had seamlessly transitioned from addressing her as Miss Gu to simply calling her Delphine. "I’ll go have a chat with Uncle Yun."
Delphine, still dazed and upset from her encounter with Ignatius Leclair, nodded in agreement.
Desmond Wood entered the ward, shut the door, and locked the latch.
Over the past few days, Jocelyn Yeager had been relying on a friend’s law firm to organize his personal assets, hoping to create a stable living environment for Delphine. Seeing a young and handsome man enter, he asked in surprise, "And who might you be looking for, sir?"
This floor of the hospital was under strict management. Initially, it was guarded by Ignatius Leclair’s people, but after Delphine had a fallout with him, Griffith Squire stepped in and took over.
Desmond Wood settled casually onto the sofa, his baby-faced demeanor shifting from affable to cold. His pitch-black eyes carried a faint trace of amusement as he spoke in a chilling tone, "I am the Law Enforcer of the Wood Family’s current generation—Desmond Wood."
Jocelyn Yeager’s face turned pale, his voice lost in shock. The Wood Family... had come?
*
The Leclair Estate
When Ignatius Leclair returned, he found Bessie Leclair crying to the old master in the side hall. On the day of her return from her husband’s home, Bessie had come back alone—Jocelyn Yeager had left for Australia on a business trip on the second day of their marriage and had yet to return.
Ignatius Leclair, in an exceedingly sour mood, curled his lips into a cold smile upon the scene. Bessie had insisted on marrying into that situation, so she should have anticipated this outcome. Someone like Reginald Yeager, full of schemes even in youth, would be impossible for someone like Bessie to control once his darker side surfaced.
Bessie immediately fell silent at the sight of Ignatius’s icy expression, no longer daring to say a word.
The old master, having returned from the hospital two days ago, was already fed up with his granddaughter’s relentless sobbing. When he saw Ignatius come in, his face lit up with joy, and he instructed the butler to prepare dinner.
"I’ve already eaten outside," the man said in a low voice. He exchanged a few words with the old master before heading upstairs, trailed by Maximilian, whose face was strained with a forced smile.
"Mr. Leclair, we’ve looked into Desmond Wood’s background. He seems like he appeared out of nowhere," Maximilian reported with a troubled expression. "We couldn’t find any records of his travel, financial statements—nothing. He must be one of those people who pays cash for everything."
Maximilian was baffled by the lack of information.
Ignatius Leclair’s expression hardened. His sharp eyes narrowed as he pondered for a moment before speaking deeply, "What about his birth records? School records? Do I need to teach you how to investigate these things?"
"Nothing there either. Could he be of Chinese descent overseas?" Maximilian speculated.
Ignatius sneered. That baby face of his—always looking around with an air of innocent curiosity, as though he had never seen the world—Ignatius might believe he was from some remote village, but overseas Chinese descent? Not a chance.
"Maybe he’s undocumented," Maximilian muttered, breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling himself inching closer to losing his post to the farm labor job he dreaded from Ignatius’s punishments.
"Keep investigating. The trial is in three days. Without proper documents, he won’t be able to serve as a defense lawyer. His real identity will surface then," the man said in a low, weary tone, waving Maximilian away.
Maximilian left quietly, gently closing the door behind him. He gazed at Ignatius’s solitary figure and sighed under his breath, his curiosity piqued by the events of the past. What had truly happened back then? How deeply must Delphine have been hurt for her gentle nature to turn so cold toward Ignatius?