Stone Leclair stared darkly at his son, certain that he wouldn't dare expose the truth about his biological mother. He hadn't expected Ignatius Leclair's focus to remain fixated on Beatrice Carter's incident.
Ignatius Leclair still stood silently at the defendant's stand. The man's long, jade-like fingertips gently pressed against the tabletop. The trial had reached its final stages, yet the person he was waiting for still hadn't arrived. A trace of frustration began brewing within him.
He meticulously recalled every detail of his interactions with Delphine during this period, attempting to uncover any traces or clues hidden within.
