Ignatius Leclair hadn't finished speaking when Cassius Turner's face turned ashen.
Delphine Carter almost wanted to swallow her tongue; after all, Cassius Turner wasn't a lunatic like Ignatius Leclair.
"I heard Ignatius nearly lost his life. I came to see if there's anything I can help with—after all, he's Nicholas's father," Cassius Turner said, looking at Delphine with a gentle smile.
Using the self-pity tactic? Then he'd best play the magnanimous gentleman to the hilt.
Delphine's gaze flickered, and she smiled. "Thank you. You're still hospitalized yourself; you need to rest more. Let me walk you back."
Master Cassius nodded, his peripheral vision catching Ignatius's face darkening, almost making him chuckle in triumph. Delphine had probably never been this tender, this concerned about him, had she? Power and influence might buy everything, but not someone's true heart or love.
Cassius Turner won a small victory and didn't linger, returning to his own room.
