Bessie saw Ignatius enter holding Delphine in his arms, his entire being radiating a cold, sinister rage. Remembering the dull, tasteless two years she had been left in Switzerland, her face instantly turned pale, and she called out weakly, "Brother, she's just a burden."
What could possibly be so important? She was his sister after all. Bessie muttered softly to herself.
Ignatius furrowed his brows, his expression growing darker. Holding Delphine, he climbed the stairs, barking orders to Maximilian as he walked, "Check why Dr. Zheng hasn't arrived yet."
His voice was urgent yet calm, but his steps on the stairs were chaotic, far faster than usual.
Maximilian raised his eyes and saw Ignatius carrying the unconscious Miss Delphine upstairs in haste. Miss Delphine's body was covered in bloody wounds, and his expression immediately darkened. Seeing Bessie still whispering to herself, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
