the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 261: Seeing her speak those ruthless words, the man suddenly became a bit flustered.

"You’re spouting nonsense," Jocelyn Yeager growled softly, his fury escalating as his gaze landed on the clear scratch marks on Ignatius Leclair’s face. These were obviously inflicted by a woman. Knowing Delphine’s temperament, she wouldn’t fight back unless provoked to the limit. Without needing further thought, Jocelyn realized what Ignatius must have done to her—she was now lying in the hospital.

"I have no interest in dredging up old grudges; as long as you’re aware of what you’ve done." Ignatius Leclair sneered coldly, the irritation evident on his handsome features. He completely ignored Jocelyn Yeager.

Fortunately, the doctor soon came out, removed his mask, and informed them that the patient had been transferred to an intensive care ward. He stated, "The patient fainted due to excessive mental stress, emotional agitation, and physical weakness."

The attending physician, eyeing the two strikingly different yet equally exceptional men before him, hesitated, not knowing who the patient’s family member was. With a soft cough, he said, "In the future, make sure not to be too vigorous in bed. Her body is frail, and the severe damage she suffered previously hasn’t healed. We can discuss specifics once the test results are in."

Upon hearing this, Jocelyn Yeager’s eyes immediately sharpened like blades as they fixed on Ignatius Leclair, his hands clenching into fists so tightly that veins bulged.

Ignatius Leclair remained silent for a moment before hoarsely asking, "How long until she wakes up?"

"Roughly seven to eight hours. Which one of you is the patient’s family? One of you needs to sign the form," the attending physician said.

Neither man moved.

Delphine was a public figure; her medical record from this visit absolutely couldn’t be allowed to remain. Forget the suggestion of vigorous bedroom activities—even the mere mention of excessive mental stress couldn’t be disclosed. Add to this the identities of the two men—Ignatius Leclair, the Crown Prince of the Leclair Family, and Jocelyn Yeager, the third heir of the Yeager Family—both appearing at the hospital, and the gossip and speculations that would ignite back in the South Sea would be unimaginable.

The attending physician watched these two men stand like lifeless statues, just as he was about to say something, a nurse quickly trotted over and handed him a call from the hospital director.

After answering the call, the physician’s demeanor immediately shifted. By the time he hung up, sweat was already visible on his forehead. Without daring to say more, he hurriedly explained some precautions regarding the patient and left in a rush.

Delphine woke up to find the sky already dark. Opening her eyes, she stared at the stark white ceiling above her. It took her three seconds to realize she was in a hospital.

Voices of men talking came from the outer room. Struggling to sit up, she hadn’t even moved off the bed before the door to her room was pushed open.

Ignatius Leclair stepped in to check on her condition. Seeing she had woken, joy glimmered in his gaze briefly before it was quickly hidden. He then ordered Maximilian, who stood behind him, to go call the doctor.

Jocelyn Yeager hadn’t left while waiting outside. Hearing the commotion, he quickly pushed past Ignatius and came inside.

Upon seeing Jocelyn’s solicitous and anxious demeanor, Ignatius’s face darkened instantly. He stood at the doorway, unmoving. The Crown Prince of the Leclair Family, accustomed to controlling everything, found himself hesitating for the first time, unsure how to address the recent events of the past two days.

Ignatius had grown accustomed to Delphine’s gentle compliance and silent endurance over the years. This was the first time he’d seen her flip out and speak such cutting, unfeeling words. For the first time, the man felt a flicker of panic.

"Delphine," Jocelyn Yeager took swift steps to the bedside before stopping, his gaze betraying a hint of concern. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Delphine’s throat hurt terribly—her complexion was pallid. Turning her face, she raspily said, "Make him leave. I don’t want to see him."

The tall figure of the man standing at the doorway stiffened imperceptibly. His fists tightened, and he exited the room, leaning against the cold, stark-white wall outside. His handsome features showed a trace of cold, shadowed intensity and an unforgiving edge.