Ignatius Leclair was in an exceptionally good mood today. Narrowing his deep, fox-like eyes, he spoke slowly, "Her health is fragile, she needs rest. Don't let your impulsiveness scare her."
"Compared to you, Delphine would obviously prefer seeing me rather than you," Leah Squire shot back without hesitation, mocking him, "If you truly care about her, then stop showing up and making things worse for her."
In the entire Southeast region, only two people dared speak to Ignatius like this—his dearest, and this brash, unrestrained young lady. This particular lady was also rumored to be the apple of Major General Shaw's eye. Maximilian, standing off to the side, curled his lips and pretended to be invisible.
Ignatius let out a cold snort of disdain. "Too late," he remarked indifferently. Now that Delphine was carrying his child, he would certainly make it a point to be around every day.
Leah, seeing he had fallen silent, was satisfied and made her way into the hospital room.
