The man stepped forward without a word, reaching out to touch her icy hands, then gently brushing her pale face. His expression darkened as he asked Aunt Lee, "When my mother was pregnant with me, was it like this? Or is Delphine's health particularly poor?"
"When Madam was pregnant with the eldest young master back then, it was also like this. Pregnancy is hard for women, and they need to be carefully cared for everywhere." Aunt Lee didn't dare to say that Miss Delphine's health was weaker than the average person, fearing that he might grow anxious again.
Ignatius Leclair's emotions were complex. Ever since learning of her childhood spent living with the Leclair Family, recalling his own actions from when she'd first returned to the South Seas, his handsome face had grown ominously grim. The hypnosis sessions, the buried past—this man who had always been as steadfast as steel now found himself riddled with uncertainties, unsure of what kind of past he was about to confront.
