Nathan Leclair's words clearly carried a hidden meaning, suggesting something unspoken. Delphine felt a chill run through her as she realized her palms were damp with sweat, only noticing this when Ignatius Leclair's car arrived.
"What's wrong?" Ignatius Leclair noticed her pale complexion. His phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed as he reached out to touch her fair, porcelain-like face. His voice was low and deeply concerned as he asked.
Delphine shook her head and avoided explaining in detail. She merely said that Kyla Zamora was injured and had gone to the hospital, and mentioned that they ought to visit the hospital.
"Let's eat first, then head to the hospital," Ignatius Leclair suggested after noticing her sluggish manner. He seemed to sense she hadn't had the chance to eat since leaving early in the morning. Through the car's tinted rear window, his gaze briefly scanned the private club outside, flashing a subtle look of contemplation.
