Ignatius Leclair sat on the only chair available in the small living room, raising his hand to glance at his watch. It was already past 1 a.m. after all the chaos.
Originally, he had only come to pick up Benjamin, but unexpectedly, he stumbled upon Nicholas and also saw Delphine Carter. It could be considered a surprising stroke of fortune. He hadn't seen Nicholas in three years.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a low voice, "Benjamin."
"Benjamin doesn't know anything. I didn't tell her." Delphine interrupted him, her fingers tightly clenched into fists, her entire body tense. The man before her was Ignatius Leclair—the same man who had once driven her away, cold and heartless, filled with disdain for her.
"I've had Maximilian transfer money to your account every year, yet you're raising Benjamin in a place like this?" Ignatius furrowed his brows deeply, his voice gravelly.
