In the side hall, Stone Leclair sat at the head of the dining table. When he saw her looking over, his lean, expressionless face only gave a faint nod.
Delphine's sense of dread deepened. Since when had Stone Leclair ever taken notice of her, let alone initiated a greeting?
Beatrice Carter, a mix of delight and awkwardness on her face, said, "Your Uncle Stone mentioned that little Isaac is growing up, and keeping him in a boarding school all day isn't ideal. It's time to restore him to his rightful ancestry, so he will be raised under my name."
Delphine's eyes widened as she looked at Beatrice, asking uncertainly, "What do you mean, under your name?"
"Oh, you silly child, isn't it obvious? It means I will formally marry into the Leclair Family." Beatrice, already stunningly beautiful, had retained the elegance of wealth and luxury over the years. Her well-maintained appearance radiated the aura of a thirty-something society lady, brimming with joy.
