"You don't have to be afraid." Jocelyn Yeager saw her reaction, seized her arm, and said in a low voice, "You know, from childhood to now, I would never hurt you. I just don't understand, Delphine, how could you? How could you get entangled with someone like Ignatius Leclair?"
The final words were deep and indistinct, carrying a chilling undertone. He had investigated for more than a month, leveraging every connection he had, and only then did he vaguely uncover that Delphine was living at Emerald Lake. Things that had baffled him in the past suddenly became clear.
So, Ignatius Leclair—such a vile beast in human form. Over the years, Jocelyn Yeager had privately delved into his secrets. Ignatius' return to the Southern Isles was not to inherit the century-old Leclair estate; he had ulterior motives.
Jocelyn's eyes flashed with a trace of restraint, and his expression turned grim. Fixing his gaze on Delphine, he pronounced each word deliberately: "Five years ago, was that man him?"
