Ten minutes later, Delphine was sitting in the Squire Family's living room. She had left in such haste that she was only wearing a coat. In the late hours of spring, especially in this area surrounded by green hills and flowing rivers, the chill was palpable.
The aristocratic and cold man took off his own coat and draped it over her shoulders. His large hand clasped her delicate, soft one, warming it gently.
Griffith Squire looked at the glaring scene unfolding before him and let out a cold laugh. Back then, it didn't matter to him—now, here they are, putting on a show in front of him.
"Old Richard has already sent someone to look for Leah. Leah Squire should contact either you or Delphine," Ignatius Leclair said in a deep voice. "As for your feud with the Shaw Family, Richard will come personally tomorrow. You can sort it out yourselves."
