As they spoke, Delphine came downstairs.
The man lifted his eyes and saw her wearing a coffee-colored sweater. Her fair, oval-shaped face, with large, misty eyes and exquisite features, was pleasing to the eye, bringing a quick smile to his thin lips.
Maximilian turned around and saw that it was Miss Delphine coming down. His mind instantly cleared up. Their relationship was more or less semi-public, and the old man's reaction was not as fierce as expected.
Early that morning, Ignatius Leclair had ordered someone to dismantle the small attic, leaving no room for sentimentality for Miss Delphine.
"Should we still proceed with the setup on Reginald's side?" Maximilian asked, unable to resist.
