Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
As she jumped up, Roger looked up with a slightly surprised face. And he asked.
Then, will you eventually accept the Dukes proposal?
What do you think will happen if I return this?
Claire asked while holding up Erichs signet ring, which was twirling around on her index finger.
Then Roger grinned.
Why are you sending it back? Shouldnt you use it as much as you can?
Claire laughed away. Still, Rogers taking this better.
If it was Martha and the others, they would have wondered why she was conflicted when she could become the duchess and coaxed Erich. Besides that, the entire Duchy would be as good as hers.
Claire slumped back and sat down on the sofa.
I couldnt refuse anyway.
It was not her who was the problem. She didnt mind being thrown into the flames of gossip. The Weaving Guilds assets would increase if they kept talking about the matter for a hundred days, and it wouldnt have any impact on the Delford Barony.
In time, public sentiment would quietly die down, and theyd all forget about this marriage proposal scandal.
However, could the hot topic of the boy resembling Duke Klausener disappear?
Would it be safe if she just went somewhere to the countryside to breathe and live quietly?
Perhaps not.
Claire and Elliot had begun standing out already. The strongest barrier that could protect a child that no one knows was no longer valid.
Of course, the Weaving Guild was not entirely unnoticeable. She earned money and grew the guild big enough that they were at odds with the Belf Marquisate.
But it would be at most, a story about a low-ranking noble earning some money.
In a world where capitalism was rising, it was still lineage and not money that would determine power and status.
And now that House Klausener was involved, the real powers in the empire must have already looked into her and Delford behind her back.
And among them, one of them must be the person who killed Eliots biological father.
She couldnt back down.
Im sure Senior didnt know, but it was an accurate hit.
Her head was in terrible pain. She didnt have a migraine, though.
Roger said with a single smile.
Should I give you a massage?
Massage?
He pretended to rub his temples. Claire laughed.
Stop it. I dont know if I should call this flattery or what?
I am prepared to become your illicit paramour, Baron. I cant say for sure about Mister Sherwood, but I sure cant fight Duke Klausener.
Youre truly ridiculous.
Claire took it as a joke and chuckled.
Why are you trying to win it by fighting men? Arent you supposed to fight for my reason?
Isnt that a no-win game? I am not a fool who enjoys winning and losing.
You talk like a winner.
Claire laughed incredulously.
Enough with the nonsense, did you properly handle the task I told you about last time?
Thats
Then, a maid knocked on the open door. The two looked back.
The maids face was flushed, as if she had sprinted up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. And she cried.
Baron! Theres big trouble!
Whats the matter? What is it?
The maids flushed face seemed somehow happy?
Duke Klausener and Attorney Sherwood are fighting right now!
What?
Claire opened her mouth.
* * *
UWAAHH!
When Claire got off the elevator on the third floor, the first thing she heard was the tearing sound of a child crying.
The situation came to an end. The decorative console table was tipped over, shattering the large vase that was once on top of it, its shards scattering across the floor. Water was spilled on the floor as well, flower petals floating atop it.
Auntie, auntie!
Elliott wept bitterly and stretched out his arms to Claire. Erich hurriedly reached out his hand to Elliot, but Elliot pushed Erichs hand away and clung to Claire.
Claire hugged Elliot first and looked at the people one by one.
The nanny, the hotel attendant, and the manager all stared down, at a loss for what to do.
But what can they do? It was because from their point of view, Erich, let alone Grey, was an opponent that could not be caught and stopped.
Ha.
She took one look at the two men and sighed in embarrassment.
It was a mess. Greys glasses were off his face, and the ties and buttons of his lounge suit, which he always wears neatly, were also tattered.
It was the same with Erich. His hair was disheveled and wet, and the collar and cuffs of his silk shirt were ripped open, leaving red marks on his skin.
Both sides of his pants were wet, and Erichs shoes were trampled and mangled.
What is all this about? Are you both crazy?
Claire, get him out of here.
Your Grace, will you shut up? Because I want to kill both of you now.
Instead of shouting, Claire spoke calmly. Elliot was still in her arms, crying profusely.
Roger shook his head. It was a deliberately serious face, but it was clear that the corner of his mouth was forcibly pulled down.
Oh, what is all this about, gentlemen? You surprised our Young Master?
.
It seems that the Young Master is not the only one crying. Youd better throw your gloves.
Sparks flew from Erichs bright blue eyes. But even with gloves on, he wouldnt have thrown them.
Roger Carson was not that much of an opponent, and above all because Claire had once again stood in his way.
Manager, give me a quiet room. Anyway, go and do something with those clothes. Unless you really want to make another mountainous pile of tabloid extras to crush me?!
Want to read more? Up to [24] advanced chapters are available on Patreon:
For update pings, novel discussions and/or to send mistake reports, join our server~!
