novelraw Chapter 643: Are You Worried About Me?
Chapter 643: Are You Worried About Me?
The young nurse hung up the phone, quickly standing at attention with her hands down, speaking timidly, "Miss Delphine said she’ll be here shortly."
"Hmm." The noble and handsome man replied languidly, his tone indifferent, "When she arrives, tell her the wound has worsened. Make it sound as serious as possible."
"Understood, Mr. Leclair." The young nurse clicked her tongue; the wound looked terrifying but hadn’t hit any vital areas. The man was in excellent physical condition and recovering remarkably well—he could be out of bed in three days. Yet here he was playing the role of someone gravely injured. The wealthy sure know how to play games.
The man gestured for her to leave. Before Delphine arrived, it was Cassius Turner who came first.
When rivals meet, sparks fly. One was deep and indifferent, the other gentle and refined—they were no exception.
Cassius Turner had been staying at the hospital the past few days, his injuries mostly recovered. Upon learning that Ignatius Leclair had been hospitalized and nearly lost his life, he was secretly astonished.
A man like Ignatius Leclair—who would dare to harm him? Yet self-inflicted wounds didn’t seem plausible either. This man even used old, buried grievances as tools, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.
After calling Yeats Howard to confirm that it was, indeed, self-inflicted, Cassius Turner’s expression darkened completely.
"Mr. Leclair’s use of the self-pity strategy is quite brilliant," Wilbur Turner mocked from the door of the hospital room.
"Average at best. Not as touching as Mr. Turner’s ’life-and-death’ devotion," Ignatius Leclair replied, flipping through a book with elegance. Though seated on a hospital bed, he exuded the presence of a man lounging on a private jet.
Cassius Turner’s face turned grim. Despite being a highly regarded professor from an esteemed family, cultured and fair-skinned with handsome features, when compared to Ignatius Leclair, he fell short in both appearance and status. He had worked so hard to gain Delphine’s favor, only for this man to shamelessly resort to the self-pity gambit.
Had the self-pity strategy been inspired by his own methods? Cassius Turner felt a wave of rage that left him on the verge of spitting blood.
"Love obtained through force is bitter and unsatisfying. You’ve hurt her for so many years; do you truly think a reformed playboy act will erase all the pain you’ve caused? If you really cared about her, you’d let her go. Stop coercing her and let her find happiness," Cassius Turner said earnestly.
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome features took on a darker hue as he sneered coldly, "Where does Mr. Turner find such confidence that Delphine would be miserable with me? I’ve known Delphine for twelve years; how long have you known her? Six months? Or is Mr. Turner under the impression that the Land Family name surpasses mine? When Delphine lived with me in the South Seas, do you really think following you would provide a better life? If my heir called you ’father,’ Wilbur, would you dare answer?"
Ignatius Leclair delivered a string of scornful remarks. The prestige of the Leclair Family was undeniable; no Land Family could come close. Without the Leclair Family’s concession, even if Delphine and Cassius Turner were deeply in love, marriage was out of the question. Would the Land Family dare assume responsibility for the Leclair heir?
Cassius Turner’s face turned alternately pale and dark with rage. As a noble son from an elite family, the notion of status and identity was deeply ingrained. He had once used power to oppress others, but now faced pressure from Ignatius Leclair in return, leaving him speechless and unable to retort.
When Delphine finally arrived at the hospital, she saw two towering figures: one standing at the doorway, the other sitting on the hospital bed. The atmosphere was undeniably tense.
"Professor Turner, what are you doing here? Ignatius Leclair’s injuries are quite severe. He can hardly get out of bed; please don’t act impulsively." Delphine spoke with a hint of anxiety. Previously, Ignatius Leclair had beaten someone to such a degree; if Cassius Turner were to retaliate, given Ignatius’s current physical condition, he might not survive.
"You’re worried about me?" The handsome, cold-edged man curved his lips into a faint smile, his phoenix-like eyes burning as they fixed on her. Though his voice was low, it was heard clearly by all three present.