Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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[ Dad. ]

[ Her… I once thought that it isn’t enough for her to just be in a choir. She’s meant for an an opera house. ]

He had thought it before, but never got to say it. The Count, with a tender smile, embraced Iris and kissed her on the cheek.

[ It’s different now. Now Dad’s best singer is you, Iris. ]

The Count never brought up the person in the portrait again, but as she grew older, Iris realized who it was.

It would be her birth mother.

She knew about her own origins. The Count had judged it better to let her know before the rumors spread to her ears.

But she didn’t take it too seriously.

Whether her Mom was her birth mother or a separate existence, the only fact was that she was a very special child born from two lovers who truly loved each other, unlike others.

And her Mom, loving her as the special child she was, had married her Dad, and her Dad had accepted the difference in status simply because Iris called Katya, ‘Mother’.

And as their feelings deepened, they became an affectionate couple like no other in the world.

Her world was truly a place full of happiness, filled only with those who loved her.

But.

‘What if I’m not Dad’s daughter?’

Underneath her intuition and subconscious, the memories stirred suspicion.

She knew there was a middle-aged man at the opera house who sometimes watched her closely.

Receiving someone else’s gaze was common, so she didn’t bother to scold or reprimand. But she had a reason to remember that man.

[ He looks plain even for a commoner, why do you keep accepting him when he talks to me? ]

[ He’s Mom’s old friend. You probably don’t remember, but when you were very young and living outside, he adored you very much. ]

Thinking back, that statement was odd.

Why would Katya refer to someone who she was still in contact with as an ‘old friend’? What other world should come after ‘old’?

Vague memories from her childhood swept over Iris like a wildfire.

[ Iris! Come play again tomorrow! ]

She had a childhood friend. Whenever she went to a nice house holding her mother’s hand, that child would always greet her with joy.

Iris disliked that child. She despised that child for always wearing better clothes, having her hair styled prettily, and having a clean room with vases of fresh flowers.

It had been a long-forgotten past. Her Mom had told her to forget about it.

But it wasn’t important enough so she completely erased it from her memory.

Until the age of six, Katya had raised Iris outside the County. It wouldn’t be surprising for her to have had neighbors and friends at that time.

‘That portrait, that face, that hair…!’

It was only now that Iris realized and cried out in her mind.

If the woman in the portrait, cherished by the Count, was the one who gave birth to the Count’s daughter… Then the Count’s daughter wasn’t Iris.

At that moment, the carriage door swung open.

Iris was so surprised, she almost stopped breathing completely.

“Stefan!”

The person who climbed into the carriage was a beautiful man with hair as deep as dark chocolate, and bewitching eyes.

Of course, Iris knew him well. They had shared the stage many times.

She didn’t consider them to be close to each other. Even if they were both principal performers, there was a clear distinction in their social status.

Iris couldn’t understand why Stefan was here. She called out to the coachman in confusion, but there was no response.

Stefan closed the carriage door with a click.

“I put him to sleep for a bit, so shouting won’t do you any good. The carriage is parked in a secluded area.”

“What is this nonsense?!”

Iris shouted fiercely. Stefan twisted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“Ah, it feels refreshing. To see that expression on your face, Iris.”

“What?”

“You always put on an innocent face when you have someone to be angry at, don’t you? It makes me sick when you’re acting like that off stage.”

“You…!”

Iris glared at him in anger as if she would explode any moment.

Stefan casually brushed it off.

“It’s probably not a time for you to be angry at me. The Countess is in a difficult position, the Schneider County’s reputation is dead in a ditch, and most of all, you’re in danger.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Since you’ve been there, you probably already know.”

Stefan lightly pointed behind them with his finger. It was at the direction of Duchy Klausener where she had just left.

“She was beautiful, wasn’t she? Growing up as a beauty, she had to hide so as not to attract too much attention. Sending her far away isn’t what the Superior wants, but if we keep her deeply hidden, the Countess will kill her in no time.”

“What do you want to say to me? What’s your objective here?”

“The objective isn’t mine. After all, a dog doesn’t have a purpose—it just follows its master.”

Iris was at a loss, feeling nauseous, and shrank back.

“Master, you say? Is that your sponsor?”

“…It seems like the Countess really raised you to be totally clueless.”

Losing interest, Stefan handed her a single note.

“Here is the location where Thomas Borjans is hiding. Use it yourself or bring it to the Countess. Do what you will.”

“What?!”

Iris reached out without thinking much of it, but at the mention of the name Thomas Borjans, she jerked back in surprise, dropping the note to the floor of the carriage.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t use it.”

Stefan said shortly, opening the carriage door. Iris grabbed his clothes in a panic.

“What on earth are you trying to do? Where did you come from? Weren’t you in the precinct detention center?!”

“It’s all because there’s someone who doesn’t want me to be detained.”

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