Ignatius Leclair noticed how well-informed the old man was and couldn't help but curl his lips into a faint smile as he remarked calmly, "Grandfather, it wasn't me who gave the shares."
Mr. Leclair scoffed. Even if the shares were gifted, they would certainly go to Delphine. Someone like Bessie, spoiled and cunning since childhood, was her parents' concern, not his.
Delphine, on the other hand, had no foundation within the Leclair Family. Ignatius's deep-set eyes darkened further. His sharp intelligence had long discerned, through Bessie's successive confrontations with her, that Delphine was deliberately leveraging his influence to suppress Bessie, all while presenting a quiet and vulnerable facade.
And he, for one, found it immensely satisfying.
