At that time, Delphine Carter still had the appearance of a young girl, with straight bangs covering her forehead, plain short hair, and large, clear eyes shimmering with light. She looked at him timidly and self-consciously. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she quietly withdrew her hand.
She was like a wild kitten, picked up by a new owner, cautiously extending her claws to explore, searching for a safe territory.
After he returned to Southeast Asia, he naturally didn't harbor any goodwill toward his father's mistress. The old master had already made it clear, instructing Stone Leclair not to mistreat him. The implication was that Stone should not marry Beatrice Carter, lest it cool the heart of the eldest grandson.
Stone, seeing that even his youngest son had been born, was glad to comply, as Beatrice's lowly background was not only of no benefit to his political career but might even tarnish his reputation.
