novelraw Chapter 481: Do you still think that marrying me is a good thing?
Chapter 481: Do you still think that marrying me is a good thing?
Ignatius Leclair, seeing that he dared mention Delphine, grew even darker in expression. With a cold sneer, he said, "Whether or not you get divorced, Delphine Carter will never have any relation to you in this lifetime. You’d better drop those ideas of yours early. Reginald Yeager, you’ve already lost. Why persist in your delusions?"
Jocelyn Yeager remained unflinching, offering a warm and gentle smile. "You’ve merely taken a few steps ahead of me. Until the very end, who can truly predict the outcome?"
Ignatius furrowed his brows, his deep almond-shaped eyes flashing faintly with aggression. Snorting coldly, he turned to Bessie Leclair and asked, "That pretty boy outside, what do you plan to do with him?"
"I couldn’t care less whether he lives or dies." Bessie replied bitterly.
One was her older brother, the other her husband. Both men were fighting over Delphine Carter right in front of her. The accumulation of past and present grudges surged forth, filling her heart with anger and jealousy. Ever since Delphine entered the Leclair Family, this orphan had stolen the attention of everyone she cared about.
Why her? If her life wasn’t going well, then Delphine shouldn’t expect to have it easy either.
Seeing Bessie’s indifference toward the pretty boy, Ignatius immediately nodded and stated casually with cold detachment, "Then cripple him and throw him out of South Nanyang. As for the child in your belly, find time to get rid of it. A man like that deserves to father your child?"
Bessie’s complexion turned alternately pale and livid. She struggled and cried out, "The baby is Jocelyn’s!"
The two men heard this and simultaneously curled their lips in mocking smiles.
Ignatius, seeing her stubborn refusal to repent, said indifferently, "This will be the last time I clean up your mess. Back then, you had the nerve to drive out Nathan; why couldn’t you handle this little wolf cub, hmm?"
Without waiting for her reply, Ignatius sneered and left the hospital room.
The matter with Nathan Leclair was nothing more than a warning—a warning to Bessie that if she didn’t behave, this incident might spiral out of control. Given Nathan’s personality, he might just storm back from America directly.
Bessie’s face turned ashen, her entire body trembling. Back then, she had acted out of a sense of crisis, fearing Nathan’s excessively favored position with the patriarch. Why had she managed to deal with Nathan but failed utterly with Jocelyn?
Filling with grievance, Bessie looked tearfully at Jocelyn, choking on her sobs, "Jocelyn, the baby truly is yours. That pretty boy outside was just spouting nonsense."
By now, everyone had left the hospital room, leaving only the two of them.
The man stood by the window, staring out at the spring scenery. The fleeting spring blooms had long withered. Time flew by so fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already late spring transitioning to early summer. Yet for him, every single day felt like winter.
Jocelyn Yeager stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture elegant and unhurried. After a long while, he lowered his gaze, his handsome face curving into a faint smile as he asked, "Bessie, I’ve never touched you. How could this child possibly be mine?"
Bessie’s face turned pale as she hurriedly explained, "It was that night at Cloud Summit. You were drunk."
The man curved his lips, retorting leisurely and with biting sarcasm, "Are you referring to the night over a month ago when you deliberately invited me to Cloud Summit using Delphine’s name? That night, I intentionally pretended to be drunk. Bessie, I never touched you."
Bessie felt her heart sink into an abyss, her entire body trembling violently. She nearly screamed. He knew—he had known everything from the very start.
Seeing her face turn deathly pale, Jocelyn approached the bedside, lowering his gaze to look down on her from above. Smiling gently, he delivered the cruelest words imaginable: "I forgot to tell you, Bernard—that pretty boy of yours—was introduced to you by me. The original plan was to wait until you gave birth to the child before closing the net. I didn’t expect everything to unravel prematurely. It was all orchestrated by me: your affair and your pregnancy with a bastard child. What a pity you won’t be able to give birth; otherwise, it would’ve been even more entertaining."
"Bessie, do you still think marrying me was a good idea?" His lips twisted into a cold, mocking smile.