Ignatius Leclair curled his lips into a faint smile. This carefree feeling of being unburdened relaxed him entirely. At more than thirty years of age, he thought to himself, money was never enough, power and status were fleeting clouds; spending time with a woman and child was what truly mattered.
"Let him kick up a fuss however he likes." Ignatius wiped his collection of wines, carefully selecting a bottle to drink with Delphine that evening.
"No wonder you wouldn't let me interfere with the matters in the South Seas, even secretly helping Nathan Leclair." Richard Shaw chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You sly old fox. Clearly, you prefer love over power, looking for an excuse to lay it all down."
In a way, Stone Leclair's imprisonment could be considered a salvation for Ignatius Leclair.
