novelraw Chapter 741: Do Not Want to Be Completely Forgotten
Chapter 741: Do Not Want to Be Completely Forgotten
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His phoenix-shaped eyes were deep, with a glint of cold light flashing through them. Heaven’s favored child? Life, after all, is like drinking water — only the one drinking knows its temperature.
Ignatius noticed that Delphine was already finishing up. Without a word, he strode over with his long legs to help her arrange the dishes.
The dinner was peaceful and warm, like a typical family meal. Sitting together, chatting about daily life, light and relaxed.
After dinner, Delphine, reluctant to part with Isaac, called him upstairs to give him the suitcase she’d bought for him, stuffed full of new clothes and various items that teenagers like.
"Going to the United Kingdom is better than staying in the South Seas. If you need anything, just tell your sister. I’ll visit you every year, alright?" Delphine dragged the heavy suitcase out, her mood slightly downcast as she spoke. "Isaac, life in this world is a journey of solitude — coming alone, going alone, living and dying alone, with no substitute. Leave this place and live the life you truly want."
A teenager in his early teens, Isaac had already matured into a young adult. As a child, his mother doted on him but cared more about her status and wealth. His father, on the other hand, treated him as if he didn’t exist. He admired his elder brother, who was stronger than his father — it was a reverence for power. He liked his adoptive sister, despite having no blood relation — it was a longing for warmth. Later, he lost all of this. He picked fights and caused trouble, claimed to hate Delphine, and refused to return home, all for the sake of garnering a shred of attention. He didn’t want to be completely forgotten.
He had long experienced the cruelty of the adult world. At first, he resisted the idea of going to the United Kingdom, thinking everyone was abandoning him. Later, Nathan Leclair told him: instead of pathetically begging for others’ attention, carve your own path. When you stand tall enough, people’s gaze will naturally follow you.
Without a word, Isaac grabbed the suitcase from her. His youthful face bore a maturity beyond his years, his gaze slightly cold as he said, "I will carve my own path. You don’t need to visit me. I know my mother’s death is connected to Ignatius. One day, I’ll get justice for her."
Hearing this, Delphine froze, as if struck by lightning. Grabbing his arm, she said angrily, "Who told you this nonsense? How could your brother do such a thing?"
"He’s a devil. You’ve been deceived by him." Isaac’s chest heaved violently as he shook her off, then dragged the suitcase away without looking back.
Delphine chased after him, only to see Isaac already loading the suitcase into the car. Nathan, seated in the driver’s seat, raised an eyebrow and said as she approached in a hurry, "Did Isaac say something to upset you again?"
Isaac got into the car and slumped into his seat, staying silent.
In Nathan’s presence, Delphine could only lower her voice and speak through the car window, "Isaac, you’re still young. There are things you’ll understand as you grow older."
Isaac lowered his head and said nothing, impatiently waving her off.
After Isaac left, Delphine remained unsettled, but she couldn’t confide in Ignatius about such matters. After mulling it over, she called Griffith Squire.
"Are you asking about the cause of your adoptive mother’s death?" When Beatrice Carter’s incident occurred, Griffith hadn’t been in the South Seas. As for where he was during those three missing years, not even Leah, let alone Delphine, knew.
Griffith’s lips were often tighter than those of a clam.
"I’ll look into it for you." Griffith narrowed his almond-shaped eyes, thoughtfully saying, "You don’t want Ignatius investigating this—is it connected to him?"
Delphine’s heart pounded as she lowered her voice. "I’m just a little uneasy. Isaac may have some misunderstandings about Ignatius. If this has nothing to do with Ignatius, it’d be good to resolve the tension between the brothers."
Oh, so she was doing legwork for Ignatius? Griffith raised an eyebrow.