novelraw Chapter 336: No Wonder His Aloof Grandson Lost His Composure
Chapter 336: No Wonder His Aloof Grandson Lost His Composure
Chapter 336: Chapter 336: No Wonder His Aloof Grandson Lost His Composure
Delphine lowered her gaze, the flickering flames in the fireplace reflecting on her pale face as she softly began, "You don’t want the affair between Ignatius Leclair and me to be exposed to the public."
If Reginald Yeager were taken away for investigation, cornered with no other way out, he would inevitably reveal this scandal. Because of this, the patriarch was willing to let the Yeager Family off in exchange for their silence.
The elderly man nodded, fixing his gaze on Delphine. She was undeniably young, yet her demeanor mirrored that of someone aged and unburdened by desires. Paired with such striking beauty, it was no surprise that even his cold and restrained grandson had lost his composure over her.
"Your mother is already married into the Leclair Family. If you were to also marry into it, not to mention whether you could fulfill the role of the Leclair matriarch, a mother and daughter marrying a father and son would utterly destroy the century-old reputation of the Leclair Family," the patriarch expressed solemnly. "I hope you can understand the pains of a man with one foot in the grave."
Delphine’s fingers clenched slightly, her heart brimming with humiliation. Once upon a time, she had imagined what kind of storm and fury would erupt if this clandestine love were exposed.
Yet the elder of the Leclair Family did not display anger. Instead, he had opted for gentle vulnerability, retreating strategically in an unassailable manner.
"I will leave," she said softly, her widened eyes resolute and unwavering.
The patriarch remained silent. His dry, thin hand hesitated in attempting to touch this child, and ultimately, he sighed deeply and said, "Ah, Ignatius has an obsessive temperament. I hope you can shatter his illusions. Ideally, marry someone far away from here. I noticed today that Griffith Squire from the Squire Family seems like a good match. Though his background is complex, he obviously holds deep feelings for you."
The key point was that Griffith Squire was neither intimidated by the Leclair Family’s power nor could he be easily dealt with by the patriarch’s grandson, making him the best candidate.
The patriarch’s emotions were a tangled mix. He had spent years wishing desperately for his eldest grandson to settle down and provide him with a great-grandchild. Yet now, finding his grandson focused on this young woman, he, in his advanced age, was forced to play the role of the infamous meddler who tears lovers apart!
"The young lady from the Cloud Family grew up alongside Ignatius and was his mother’s favorite person before her passing. Once this storm related to the sealed seas is settled, this old man will personally visit the Cloud Family to propose a marriage alliance," the patriarch muttered.
Delphine remained silent. So it turned out that Melody Cloud was indeed the Leclair Family’s most favored choice for a granddaughter-in-law.
She lowered her eyes and said flatly, "It’s for the best."
Investigators from Imperial City had taken Ignatius Leclair’s group away, and two days passed without their return. Rumors circulated that there would be military tribunal proceedings.
The patriarch, leveraging some connections, spent the days muttering incessantly, his worry evident.
Delphine, however, found herself relatively idle. Scandals linking her with Reginald Yeager had already vanished from the web, and the Entertainment Sector’s trivialities were insignificant compared to the commotion in the South Seas.
At home, she sorted through her old belongings, discovering that the only thing worth taking was the backpack she had returned with.
She had transferred all her funds to Leah, stowing them in an overseas bank account, ensuring she had no lingering worries.
This return home was riddled with change and estrangement. The person she had once believed to be her warmest sanctuary, Reginald Yeager, had long since become unrecognizable. Simultaneously, Ignatius Leclair’s growing control over her, even pulling the Squire siblings into his orbit, filled her with mounting unease.
Ignatius Leclair returned in the dead of night on the fourth day. The man had just taken a shower, yet traces of the frigid chill from his rushed journey still clung to him.
Delphine, half-asleep, was roused by the barrage of kisses he planted on her.
The weight of his entire body pressed against hers, his strong grip locking around her slender waist. With suppressed anger and desire, he pinned her firmly to the bed.