the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 260: It was you who abandoned her back then, what right do you have to say you want her back now?

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: It was you who abandoned her back then, what right do you have to say you want her back now?

Delphine took advantage of his momentary daze, reached out, and slapped him violently. She broke free and shrank back to the head of the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Her robe was in complete disarray, exposing her body. Yet her hands shook so much she couldn’t gather the robe together.

Her gaze flicked to the crystal lamp on the bedside table. She grabbed it and smashed it against the sharp edge of the table, clutching the shards in her hand. With a cold laugh, she said, "All these years, you’ve tormented me, humiliated me, all because I’m Beatrice Carter’s daughter, because Beatrice caused your mother’s death, right? Kill me then—it’s just one life for another."

She gripped the shards tightly, her delicate palm cutting open, dark blood quickly staining the crystal fragments and dripping onto the bedding.

Ignatius Leclair’s face shifted slightly. He moved to snatch the shards from her hand, his voice low and furious: "You’ve gone mad!"

"If I were mad, I should’ve gone mad five years ago, when you brought people to humiliate me!" Her head throbbed with a stabbing pain, her voice hoarse as she screamed at him, "I should’ve gone mad when I was sold off to the remote mountains, nearly subjected to gang rape! I should’ve gone mad when I carried Leah on my back for two kilometers through the mountain paths, lost that child, and bled nonstop for three days!"

She looked at the man she loved with reckless abandon in her youth, the man she now hated to her very bones. Her icy gaze locked onto him, and she spat out one word at a time: "I traded my life for your mother’s. Who’s going to pay for my child’s life? That child was just under three months—it was conceived the first time we were together."

The man’s body stiffened like stone. Trembling slightly, he wrested the blood-stained shards from her hand and wrapped her cold body in his arms. His voice, hoarse and shaky, pressed low as he asked, "That child... was ours?"

So, he really did have a child.

"You don’t deserve it." She sneered coldly, "Ignatius Leclair, if you have even the tiniest shred of conscience, leave now. Don’t ever show up in front of me again."

He said nothing. His sharp eyes lingered on her blood-drenched, delicate palm before he spoke with difficulty, "Let me treat your wound. Your hand is bleeding."

He didn’t care whose child it was, or whether it was truly gone. For all these years, women crawling into his bed, yearning to bear his children, were as numerous as fish in a river.

If he wanted marriage and children, he wouldn’t have waited until now.

Delphine watched him wordlessly grab the first-aid kit, too furious to speak further. She rose abruptly to leave, but the sudden movement made her dizzy, and she blacked out upon standing.

Ignatius’s face changed instantly. He stepped forward, scooped her up, and shouted at the bodyguards outside with reddened eyes, "Call an ambulance!"

Jocelyn Yeager arrived at the hospital after hearing the news. His eyes locked onto the cold, indifferent man leaning against the white walls, and he strode forward to deliver a punch.

Ignatius turned his head to dodge, but Jocelyn’s return punch wasn’t so lucky this time and caught Reginald Yeager directly.

When it came to close combat, how could Reginald possibly rival Ignatius, a pupil of Western swordsmanship masters?

"You bastard," Reginald cursed angrily, "I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as you! You abandoned her back then—on what grounds do you think you can just come back now?"

Reginald hated Ignatius to his core. Back then, if Ignatius hadn’t meddled, there might’ve been a chance for him and Delphine to be together.

Ignatius’s handsome, cold features bore uneven scars as he responded in a chilling tone: "Shameless? Malicious? How could I ever compare to you?"

"Back then, you wanted to climb the social ladder by hooking up with Bessie Leclair, to shed the stigma of being illegitimate. You even schemed to provoke me into driving Delphine out of the Leclair estate, hoping to win her over. But let me tell you, as long as I’m alive, you’ll never have her."