Delphine saw the man with sharp, slanted eyebrows that swept towards his temples, a roguish grin playing at the corners of his lips, and a leather coat that barely skimmed the ground. He was none other than Nathan Leclair, the only son of the Leclair family's second household who had left Southeast Asia years ago.
If Ignatius Leclair was ice, then Nathan was fire. Even the proud Bessie Leclair had suffered numerous setbacks at Nathan's hands during their childhood.
Nathan had a fiery temper and an intense hatred for injustice.
"What's this? Not happy to see me back?" Nathan raised an eyebrow, clapped Isaac on the shoulder, and said, "Big brother, I specially went to Xiang City to bring Isaac home for the New Year. Who would have thought, after so many years apart, you'd already have a kid? Why didn't you let me, his uncle, know?"
