Delphine's twisting body suddenly froze, feeling too embarrassed to continue talking to Richard Shaw. She averted her gaze and reached out to pinch Ignatius Leclair's restraining hand. The back of the man's slender and elegant hand quickly turned red from her relentless grip, almost pitiable to look at.
"You don't need to worry for him. He's nothing but an empty shell now; his life is no different from death." Ignatius Leclair winced from the pain of her small hand pinching him, but he was unwilling to release her soft body. His gaze shifted to Richard Shaw's calm demeanor, and he sneered coldly.
Richard Shaw remained unperturbed by the taunt, only shaking his head with a faint smile.
