the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

Chapter 638: I think he is madly in love with you, there’s no way he wouldn’t do something this crazy



Chapter 638: I think he is madly in love with you, there’s no way he wouldn’t do something this crazy

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: I think he is madly in love with you, there’s no way he wouldn’t do something this crazy

Ignatius Leclair saw her crying, her face pale and filled with despair. His phoenix-like eyes closed weakly, feeling that the pain in his chest was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

The Howard Family was in disarray. The Demon King Hun made an emergency call, then picked up Nicholas and Benjamin, who were still building snowmen, and put them into the car. With a grave expression, he drove out of the Howard Family residence and called his father.

It had been years since he had seen his poised and dignified grandmother panic to this degree. From inside the house came Delphine’s sobbing, and no one knew what had happened.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Yeats, I heard Mommy crying. I want to go back."

Nicholas Carter and Benjamin Leclair were both clever children. Seeing that Yeats Howard’s expression was unusually solemn, they immediately sensed that something bad had happened and wanted to return to their parents.

"Be good. Your brother made dinner plans with your daddy and mommy. Let’s go there first and wait for them, okay? Once we’ve ordered the food, Benjamin, you’ll call them to hurry up." Yeats kept his composure, coaxing the two little ones.

Benjamin reluctantly nodded his head.

The ambulance quickly arrived at the Howard Family residence. Delphine’s wrist was tightly gripped by the unconscious man. Pale-faced, she got into the ambulance.

The man’s handsome and chiseled face was as pale as cold marble. If it weren’t for his large hand clutching her wrist tightly, Delphine would have thought that the once arrogant and indomitable man had ceased to even breathe.

Dark blood had coagulated, staining her hands and clothing with Ignatius Leclair’s blood. Feeling numb, she followed him to the hospital, to the emergency room, watching as the man was wheeled inside. Then, leaning against the wall, her weakened body nearly collapsed as her head throbbed, making it hard to breathe.

The Howard Family gathered en masse, softly comforting the tearful elderly woman, and also coming over to console her.

Not long after, Leah and Richard Shaw arrived.

Leah saw the beige sweater Delphine had worn that morning, now drenched in blood. Her entire being was lost in despair, her slender figure trembling uncontrollably. Immediately, Leah rushed over, embraced her tightly, and choked out, "Delphine, don’t be afraid."

The emotions Delphine had been holding back for hours found an outlet in that moment. She buried her head tightly in Leah’s chest, breaking into heavy sobs, her voice muffled and fragmented.

"I don’t understand, Leah. Why would he do this?"

Because he was a madman—a pathological, arrogant, and obsessive lunatic, willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. Leah’s exquisitely beautiful yet devilish face showed a trace of coldness. When the Howard Family informed Richard Shaw, he had brought Leah along.

Leah held Delphine’s constantly trembling shoulders and, knowing she was terrified, softly comforted her, "With the Howard Family and the Shaw Family supporting him, even if Ignatius Leclair is knocking on death’s door, they’ll bring him back."

Even Leah felt uncertain—she couldn’t fathom how someone could do something so insane. If Ignatius really didn’t make it, leaving behind two children who still needed care, leaving Delphine to face the blame from the Howard and Leclair families...

"Leah, he wants me back at his side." Delphine’s voice was hoarse, choked with emotion, brimming with despair. Once was enough; if there was a second time, Ignatius’s madness had finally made her fear him.

Leah held her tightly and spoke in a low voice, "I think he’s absolutely crazy about you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t risk his life like this. Wait until he wakes up and see what happens. If it’s mental illness, we’ll get him treated. If he’s fine, then you can just keep dragging it out with him. Don’t be afraid, Delphine—I’ve found Griffith Squire for you."

The last few words were barely audible.


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