"Benjamin, you have two minutes to come out." Ignatius Leclair's voice grew low and dangerous.
Benjamin pouted, wearing pink bunny pajamas, dragging his small, stubby legs as he slowly walked out like a snail, glancing back at Delphine every few steps.
Delphine's heart clenched, and she followed him out, speaking softly, "Mr. Leclair, the child is still young; you shouldn't educate him with intimidation."
Ignatius's deep gaze shifted from Benjamin to Delphine. Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, it was clear she hadn't slept all night. Her slender and delicate frame, paired with her slightly curled short hair, made her features appear even more petite and refined.
"Are you trying to discuss parenting with me?" Ignatius squinted and asked.
When Cassius Turner stepped inside, he immediately saw Ignatius asserting himself, sitting in Delphine's home with a cold and imperious demeanor. Meanwhile, Delphine and Benjamin stood aside like guilty children.
