Obviously, It's My Child - Chapter 78
Chapter 78
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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What in the world did Erich drink? That aside, it was a mixture that was originally aimed at her.
What was the purpose? The position of Klausener’s Duchess?
Was it because of the Weaving Guild? Or, was it purely aimed at the individual named Claire Delford?
Perhaps, was it because of Elliot?
Claire gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
Suddenly, she had a renewed realization that she truly had been born into this world.
It’s not a world where people invaded neighboring villages and killed people at random, but it was still a world where people would easily make the decision to kill at least one common maid just to silence them.
Even in her previous life, there were often stories of someone being killed under the guise of an accidental death. There were also masked suicides.
But even though it’s terrible, it’s always someone else’s business—some unconfirmed conspiracy theory, or something she’d read from history that had already gone by. It had nothing to do with an ordinary office worker.
But not anymore.
Claire realized what she had forgotten for a while.
What started when she ran away with Elisa had yet to end.
“Tell me everything,” Claire said in a low voice.
She might not need to know the details of death. However, in order to remember that this death was related to her, she needed to make a mark and leave a scar behind.
Maximilian answered calmly.
“The culprit must be a veteran. They showed their formally trained skill and respect for the dead. There were no other injuries to the body, but there was a silver coin in the mouth.”
“I see.”
Claire didn’t bother to deny what he said.
Putting a silver coin in the deceased mouth is to tell the dead to cross the river of the underworld without looking back.
She was told that it was a kind of informal funeral, often held on the battlefield where there was no room to put burial items or offer prayers for the dead.
She felt repulsed to think that the murderer paid homage to the very person they had killed, but she knew what Maximilian meant.
And perhaps this was normal in this world.
‘Even though they know she didn’t deserve to die, do they think she’s dedicated to something worth dying for?’
Claire sighed.
“I want to hear about the investigation plan.”
“First of all, we are going to look for the family and question the neighbors about the murderer. Employees close to Nora Hoffman have already been interrogated.”
“Will the police department say anything?”
“They will understand.”
Maximilian said briefly. Well, a maid of Duke Klausener was found dead, it seems unlikely that the police would have the guts to step in and stop Klausener’s security department.
“Alright. Let me know if anything new comes to light.”
“Yes.”
Maximilian answered politely.
Claire returned to the mansion in a pathetic mood.
The weather was despicably clear. She deliberately got off at the front door and walked across the garden.
It seemed to her that she had to breathe fresh air and be exposed to sunlight, so that her brain cells, which had been working and spinning around, would not pop out.
“Baron!”
Just as she passed the fountain, Pavel screamed, running frantically.
Claire raised her head curiously.
“He’s awake!”
“Ah!”
She didn’t have to ask who ‘he’ was.
Claire grabbed her skirt and hurriedly ran into the mansion.
As she rushed in, the attendants threw all the doors open. Normally, she would have thought it was unusual, but Claire didn’t even notice it.
There were several cushions laid on the bed and Erich leaned back halfway. Claire saw it and walked inside.
“Erich.”
There was a fire in her eyes.
“Why are you sitting up?”
“How is this sitting?”
Erich frowned slightly. His speech and expression were completely normal. Claire was relieved, but she was angry with him.
“You collapsed yesterday!”
“I was asleep.”
Erich responded calmly. Claire felt like jumping into his arms and hitting him with a pillow at the same time.
“Are you aware that you almost got into danger last night?!”
“Auntie, you shouldn’t yell at someone who’s sick.”
With Claire’s burst, a clear childish voice pointed out from behind.
Claire looked back in surprise. Elliot came over and stood between Claire and Erich, crossing his arms. He must have gone to wash his hands himself, there was water dripping from his rolled up sleeves.
“Uncle’s sick, you can’t get angry!”
Claire opened and closed her mouth in amazement. And she looked at Erich.
Erich had a pleased smile.
“Because Elliot promised to protect me.”
“No.”
Claire didn’t know what to say first, so she just opened her mouth. And she asked dumbfoundedly.
“From whom? From me?”
“Uncle was worried. He’s sick, so Auntie will definitely be angry. I said it wouldn’t happen.”
Elliott said proudly.
“But you really got angry! Bad Auntie!”
“No.”
Claire muttered again in bewilderment.
Elliott spoke to Erich this time.
“Uncle, say that you were wrong too.”
“What did I do?”
“Uncle didn’t wash your hands, right? Auntie is worried you’ll catch a cold with that.”
The smile disappeared from Erich’s mouth.
“Say you were wrong quickly. If Auntie gets more angry, I can’t stop her.”
Who in this world could even demand an apology from Erich Klausener like this?
From the doctor to the secretary, the attendant, and the security guard, everyone twitched their lips. They were going to burst into laughter, but they couldn’t do it in front of the Duke.
Erich almost laughed as well. But he judged quickly.
If he’d laugh here, Elliott would get angry. It was a precious moment where Elliott was taking his side, so he couldn’t miss it.
He said with a serious face.
“It’s not my fault to be sick.”
“Yeah, but…”
Elliott mumbled with a serious face, then said with determination.
“All right. It’s not your fault, so if Auntie gets angry, I’ll fight for you.”
“Wait, why am I angry when you’re sick? Elliot, when did I get angry at you when you were sick?”
“You were angry. The last time I had a stomachache, you got angry.”
“That’s because you didn’t wash your hands and ate cookies. Auntie isn’t mad at you for being sick, I’m mad at you for not washing your hands.”
“Uncle, you didn’t wash your hands?”
Elliot opened his eyes wide and looked back at Erich.
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