Obviously, It's My Child - Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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Of course, she didn’t think the stupid yellow scandal tabloids and ad bombs could bury the entire truth and drown out everyone’s doubts.
However, there was a saying that went like this: Three men talking could make a tiger. If people were to listen to the same words over and over again, those words were bound to stick in their brain as preconceived truths even though they knew that these ‘facts’ had no informational value.
Such preconceived truths could affect judgment.
Thus, Claire would make a scene and draw all attention to herself to prevent any attacks that might reach Elliot. That was the only thing that Erich could not do.
[ Let’s pretend it’s the marriage of the century. ]
Saying that, she raised her head, but Erich was looking down at her with subtle eyes.
[ Why? ]
[ The most important thing in this marriage is, of course, you. Even if it’s not you, it’s my duty to protect Elliot. Even if he wasn’t your child, I wouldn’t have thought of accepting him as my child. ]
[ …Thank you. I’m a bit moved now. ]
[ I wouldn’t hesitate to accept someone else’s child. You seem to have forgotten what I said before—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. ]
Claire was tongue-tied for a moment. She couldn’t even answer casually, but as Erich had been holding her hand since a while ago, he linked their fingers together.
It was a sluggish movement that seemed more for the purpose of caressing her fingers than interlocking them with his.
[ Have you not yet admitted that I am special to you? ]
[ No… It’s not like that. ]
[ I thought we had already mutually agreed that it was a marriage of love. ]
His eyes were a bright cobalt color. Anyway, this guy’s eyes were the problem.
Claire felt her cheeks heating up.
She was really taken aback. Where did this high-ranking Rommel noble—where solemnity reigned, where arranged marriages were natural, and where it was only natural to show no affection to one’s spouse or children—learn this?
[ I’ve always acknowledged that you’re handsome. ]
[ Is only my face special? ]
She had trouble answering.
And Erich didn’t demand for an answer either. Before Claire could say anything, his lips had already locked with hers.
It was not until much later that she was able to tell of her last goal.
[ And the final objective. ]
[ I don’t know what it is, but do whatever you want. ]
[ Really? I was going to ask for a diamond mine? ]
[ Take whatever you want. I already gave you the signet ring. ]
[ No, that’s why I’m saying this. I can’t accept this. ]
Erich raised his eyebrows.
[ You don’t like it? ]
[ I dislike burdensome things. Anyway, even if I have this, I’m not going to strip everything away from House Klausener anyway, and even if I don’t have it, you won’t let me not do what I want, Senior. ]
[ …That’s right. ]
[ I’ve never considered getting married, but… If it was a wedding ring, there was something that I wanted. ]
Claire said, lying on Erich’s chest like a cat.
[ A two-carat diamond ring. Completely white and transparent. ]
[ That’s too simple. ]
[ Perhaps it is to Klausener’s standards. ]
The mine owner would be disappointed, Claire chuckled.
[ I think it would be heavy and uncomfortable if it was bigger than that. It’s always better to wear something suitable. Your signet ring is also relatively plain, isn’t it? ]
Claire removed the loose signet ring from her index finger and returned it to Erich’s left hand. The ring mark was clearly visible there.
This signet ring would have been on his finger for seven years as it was seven years ago when the previous duke died and Erich inherited the title.
She couldn’t go to pay her respects back then. She was in Delford, but that didn’t mean she could go to the capital as well. With the name of Baron Delford, she could not pass through the gates of Duke Klausener’s palatial residence.
As she gazed at the mark of the ring, immersed in a subtle feeling, Erich asked curiously.
[ What’s wrong? ]
[ Nothing. ]
She had written a letter. If he replied, she intended to go see him.
She may not be able to support him, but she could at least pat the back of his hand and comfort him for what he had lost and what he would be burdened with.
However, the letter probably did not reach Erich’s hands. The thank you reply was written politely by his secretary.
Originally, she had lived in a world where there was no such difference in social status between people. Claire didn’t feel like she submitted to it, but she was deeply aware of it at the time.
In the end, nothing would have started if Erich hadn’t forcibly broken the wall first.
[ Just put on what you used to wear. Don’t bother making a new one. And my ring has the shape you want, so make it and bring it to me. ]
[ And have all the newspapers advertised with the article ‘The ring used in the wedding of the century’ to try to start a diamond business. ]
[ That’s good. There’s an opportunity to get a hold of the industry, so there’s no reason not to do it. I will take over weddings all over the world and collect money. ]
[ Alright. Let’s do that. ]
Erich didn’t see a reason to make money by doing that, but there was no reason he couldn’t make the ring Claire wanted, and he had no reason to stop the business she wanted to do.
After that discussion, today’s meeting was organized.
About fifty editors-in-chief gathered in the lounge of the Innenhof Hotel. Claire bought out all the newspapers who published truly liberal articles.
The atmosphere was exceedingly uncomfortable.
‘Why did Baron Delford gather us all like this?’
They couldn’t help but feel anxious because of what they had done.
Everyone knew of Duke Klausener’s ploy to get his marriage proposal accepted, but he never directly ordered an article to be published.
‘We can’t completely fight with the owner of the Weaving Guild.’
It was also true that they got so excited about the rising sales that they narrowly crossed the line.
It was only five days ago that the young director of the Schultz & Sherwood law firm came forward and turned it upside down.
Four days ago, a gift from the owner of the Weaving Guild arrived. In addition to advertising expenses, people often sent gifts to ask for job postings or product articles, but this was the first time they had received a whiskey bottle with a cotton wick inserted in it.
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