Griffith Squire saw Delphine's eyes glistening with tears as her body trembled slightly, yet she fought to suppress her emotions. He sighed softly, stretched out his arms, and joked, "Little Delphine, it's been three years. Are you really not considering running into my arms?"
Delphine was amused by his cheeky words and murmured, "I knew it—disasters linger for a thousand years. You wouldn't be in trouble."
Griffith's peach-blossom eyes carried a deep and hidden intensity. Who could have guessed that his negligence back then would cause him severe injuries, almost costing him his life? As long as there was breath in him, Leah and little Delphine would not be left uncared for.
Ignatius Leclair watched the two gaze at each other and talk as if nobody else was present. His face turned ashen, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
