novelraw Chapter 662: Time Passes, Clothes Thin
Chapter 662: Time Passes, Clothes Thin
The elder of the Leclair Family had been deeply shaken over the past three years. Ignatius Leclair’s thoughts grew increasingly profound, his temperament more eccentric. Without saying a word, he entrusted the Leclair Family’s inheritance to Delphine and took Benjamin to reside long-term in Imperial City. How could the elder not understand? His eldest grandson was venting his resentment.
Now that Ignatius was willing to return to the South Sea for the New Year, willing to bring the two little children home, the elder was grinning ear to ear. He no longer cared about what woman Ignatius brought back; his principles and boundaries had vanished entirely, adopting a mindset of "having grandchildren makes everything worthwhile."
After dinner, the old man insisted on bathing Nicholas Carter himself and putting Nicholas to bed. It wasn’t until Ignatius frowned that he reluctantly sighed and let go.
At night, Nicholas slept with Benjamin. Though both were only four years old by lunar age, as twins who had been separated since birth, they now got along remarkably well despite their vastly different personalities. They ate, drank, and lived together harmoniously, like two little piglets snuggling into dream-filled slumber.
That evening, Delphine locked the bedroom door and lay on the black bed often occupied by the man. She could feel the pervasive scent of cold pine, refreshing and entrancing. Tossing and turning, she didn’t sleep until the latter half of the night, only to find her rest uneasy, as though someone was pressing down on her uncomfortably.
On the third day, New Year’s Eve arrived. Griffith Squire and his sister had returned to the South Sea. Griffith called Delphine, asking if she wanted to come spend the holiday with them.
Watching the Leclair Family elder constantly clinging to Nicholas Carter, Delphine declined politely, feeling a little helpless.
This year, with two adorable little children around, the Leclair Family was bustling with liveliness, far exceeding the joy of previous years. The elder’s face hadn’t been without a smile for days.
While the Leclair Family celebrated in warmth and cheer, the Yeager Family remained cold and somber.
Jocelyn Yeager was still working overtime at his villa. His trusted assistant approached and quietly said, "Griffith Squire has returned."
Jocelyn paused mid-action, lifting his gaze to look at his assistant. A hint of seriousness emerged on his handsome features as he asked softly, "Investigate what happened during the three years he was missing."
"Understood. The elder is calling to urge you to come home for the New Year." The assistant saw him working tirelessly even on New Year’s Eve, practically year-round without rest, and advised, "Master Jocelyn, you should take care of yourself."
Over the past few years, Jocelyn had wielded an uncompromising grip on power—driving Mrs. Yeager mad, exiling his elder brother Leo Yeager, and sidelining his father’s authority entirely. He had unequivocally claimed the position of Yeager Family Head, to the extent that even the Yeager Family elder now had to consider his mood.
After his divorce three years ago, Jocelyn had stayed away from romance entirely. As his power grew, his elegant and striking appearance garnered increasing popularity in the South Sea, rivaling even Ignatius Leclair.
But the outside world only saw the glimmering success of the Yeager Family’s third son. They knew nothing of the enormous price he had paid for all this.
Jocelyn waved dismissively, unconcerned, and said, "I’ll make a visit to the Leclair mansion."
Delphine had been back for three days now; it was time he went to see her.
When Jocelyn drove up to the Leclair mansion, the evening was still young, just approaching twilight. Standing beneath the towering century-old sycamore tree, he called Delphine.
After about ten minutes, the mansion gates opened. A young woman in a plaid skirt set emerged. Her complexion was as fair and delicate as ever, her features exquisite, with a restrained air that held traces of faint and elusive emotion.
Watching the girl he had adored since his youth, Jocelyn smiled faintly. Suddenly, it felt as if the solitude, desolation, and trials of the past three years dissipated like light smoke. He only wished to see her—just once—to softly call out her name: "Delphine."