Delphine came out after her bath to find Nicholas and Benjamin already asleep, the two little ones curled up together, sleeping face to face. Her expression softened, and she kissed both children, then came out to see Kyla Zamora and Desmond Wood still standing around without going to rest. She was instantly surprised and asked, "Why are you still up?"
"I'm afraid to sleep," said the baby-faced man with a frown.
In this house, he was the only man, and although he was cousins with little Delphine, they were distant relatives. What if Ignatius Leclair had someone beat him to a pulp and throw him out in the middle of the night?
Kyla Zamora hurriedly nodded, saying, "Ignatius is still waiting downstairs, it's been quite a while. Delphine, you should go and take a look."
Kyla Zamora was also a bit panicked. After all, although in the Imperial City, Ignatius's grandmother's family was a prestigious one as well. If Ignatius stomped his foot, he could obliterate small fry like them.
