Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 116

[Since he’s marrying an Arren nobility and mixing Arren blood for the heir, concerns arise that you might be entangled in palace politics when you don’t keep a definite distance. After all, Duke Klausener is also part of the imperial family in terms of lineage.]

[…I know.]

[If you’re not careful, It might appear as if Arren nobles are gathering support to support the child forward.]

Still, Grand Prince Arren wanted to see the child again.

He had dreamt of the child several times. No matter how similar, Elliott was not Jared, and he wasn’t Jared’s child either.

He even thought that these dreams were just him having delusions as he grew old.

Perhaps, if he met the child again, it would resemble Erich much more than Jared. He believed that his aging mind, clouded judgment, and the longing for Jared caused these misconceptions.

Even while thinking that way, he missed the child. Even if it was just the shadow of the child that remained in memories, he wanted to see it.

Fortunately, it seemed that Claire understood his feelings.

“No, not at all. Thank you for thinking our child is cute. I know what you’re concerned about, and it’s something we originally have to handle.”

“Thank you.”

Grand Prince Arren sincerely expressed his gratitude. His repeated expressions of gratitude left the attendants breathless.

Smiling, Grand Prince Arren looked at Elliott and said, “I kept thinking about this little puppy and really wanted to see him again.”

“I’m not a puppy.”

Elliott protested, and Claire smiled.

The two of them looked like a perfect and harmonious grandfather and grandson.

In truth, Claire should not have heard words of gratitude but she rather should have apologized. The last time they met during the soda shop, she realized that she had been thinking wrongly.

Whether it’s about continuing the lineage or inheriting the throne… Claire didn’t see any meaning in all that. She just wanted him to remain Delford’s child forever, as if Elliott’s bloodline was hers alone. In fact, she genuinely thought that way.

Even now, she didn’t feel the need to conform to the thoughts of people in this era regarding rights based on lineage.

However, she witnessed something genuine and deep within Grand Prince Arren’s heart as he couldn’t stop the tears welling up.

It had been 25 years since his daughter’s death and 5 years since losing his grandson. Even though emotions should have settled and dried up by now.

Even though he didn’t know that Elliott is really Jared’s child.

That night, Claire had discussed such matters with Erich.

[Does bloodline really matter?]

[Grand Prince Arren truly loved Jared a lot.]

[Yes. Even if people say that grandparents’ love for their grandchildren is extreme, he never raised the child himself, let alone seeing him being born, so what’s so adorable about it?]

Claire whispered as she buried her face into Erich’s lap. Erich gently caressed her head.

[You saw Elliott being born, so it’s just a lack of a similar experience.]

[Did you feel the same? Thinking he’s adorable because he’s your child?]

[Elliott is just an adorable child.]

Erich said something that didn’t quite suit him, then added,

[Maybe you will cry a lot if a child suddenly appears resembling your younger sister who died unknown.]

[I don’t know. She begged me to give birth then asked me to raise the child, then left.]

At that moment, Claire had made a decision. Regardless of the risks, she believed that the connection should not be severed. Even if the truth couldn’t be revealed, allowing them to meet was the right thing to do.

Watching Grand Prince Arren lift Elliott again, Claire felt reassured that her decision was correct.

“Come inside. Duke Moore also wanted to meet you. If it’s not inconvenient, we can have refreshments together.”

“I have no intention of avoiding it deliberately. Thank you for your concern.”

Grand Prince Arren looked at Claire warmly. Being the owner of the Weaving Guild, she must be a talented person.

However, Claire didn’t seem discouraged or anxious in front of him or even when Duke Moore’s name was mentioned. Her demeanor was more composed and dignified than he had expected.

‘Well, the person who will become the mistress of Klausener won’t be someone easily shaken.’

Elliott, as if fascinated, touched Grand Prince Arren’s beard with his small hand. Claire spoke sternly.

“Elliott, you shouldn’t be rude. I apologize. We don’t have anyone in our house who grows a beard, so…”

“It’s okay. Is the beard interesting?”

“Grandpa has a lot of beard. It’s white, you look like Santa.”

“Santa?”

“It’s a character from an old story told in our house.”

Claire smiled bitterly. Elliott raised one hand enthusiastically.

“It’s not an old story! Santa gave me gifts!”

“I see. What did you get?”

“Cake, toy horse, sword… Because I’m a good kid.”

Elliott said confidently. Grand Prince Arren chuckled involuntarily.

How can he be so adorable?

Even upon closer inspection, this child really resembled Jared. It was the same impression as their first meeting.

Even though Erich and Jared looked similar, they were not twins. And no matter how they looked at it, Elliott seemed more similar to Jared. It wasn’t just about the facial features, but also about expressions and the impression when smiling.

Of course, Grand Prince Arren couldn’t openly tell the parents that their child resembled a relative, someone much younger than the father, especially someone who died tragically at a young age. So, he avoided that part.

“Bloodlines are truly surprising. How could they look so much alike?”

“I think he inherited our family’s lively temperament.”

Claire knew exactly what Grand Prince Arren wanted to say. So, she said so, as if making excuses.

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