The young man had never been to such a luxurious place before, never seen so many high-society elites, and immediately collapsed to his knees, crying out to Bessie Leclair, "Miss Leclair, I beg you to seek justice for my mother."
Delphine noticed that the shirt he wore was so washed out that it had turned white. Although he had tidied up for this occasion, there was an air of simplicity and poverty about him, and he appeared anxious and uneasy. To have come this far, he must have summoned all his courage.
Delphine slightly tilted her head, looked at Nathan Leclair, and asked, "Is Bessie taking the lead today? Are you all intent on utterly ruining Jocelyn Yeager's reputation?"
Nathan Leclair, leaning against a pillar nearby, smiled and said, "Wrong. My brother and I are not interfering in tonight's matters. It's Bessie's show. Reginald Yeager ruined his reputation by himself. Are you suggesting we framed him for these things?"
