Jocelyn Yeager, upon hearing him mention the matter from years ago, displayed a trace of panic on his elegant and refined face, mixed with an undertone of anger and shame.
"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.
