Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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The third pledge was in line with the second pledge.

Failure in keeping away from the capital for the next twenty years would result in the interference with the marriages of the marquisate’s children. In other words, any and all arranged marriages would be blocked.

In fact, it was the same as telling him to give up his position as central noble.

He couldn’t understand it, but the weight of the debt was no different to putting shackles onto his neck.

“Father…”

Josias called to him anxiously.

Marquis Belf had no choice but to sign the document with trembling hands.

Grey retrieved the document. Claire confirmed it and stood up.

“I am glad we reached an amicable agreement.”

“Amicable…”

Marquis Belf was going to open his mouth to protest, but closed it again when he met the woman’s amber eyes, as hot as boiling oil.

“Send them back.”

Claire said briefly and left.

15. The Duchess’s Choice — Diamond

A scoop appeared in the Levi Times, the capital’s biggest newspaper.

《 The Duchess’s Choice — Diamond! 》

The editor-in-chief of the Levi Times saw the headline, sighed, and tossed the paper on his desk.

《 Two months after Duke Clausener’s marriage proposal, which could be said to be the best romance of this century, the gift for the Duchess was finally decided. 》

《 As a gift for the marriage proposal, the Duke put the signet ring, which he had worn for seven years on his fiancée’s finger. This has the same meaning as entrusting all the rights of the family to her. 》

《 As written in the previous article, the wise Baron Delford returned the signet ring, saying that all she desires the most is a pure, clear and unchanging heart. Accordingly, the jewel the Duke chose is said to be a diamond. 》

《 Diamonds are forever. 》

Beneath it were sketches of necklaces and rings designs that were said to have been leaked from the workshop in charge of crafting the gift.

“Damn, this is an ‘article’ too, huh.”

The editor-in-chief covered his eyes with his hand and spat out a thick curse. The editor who was appraising one of the manuscripts chuckled.

“What’s wrong? The reason why we grew wasn’t because we succeeded in publishing political and economic articles anyway. It wasn’t like we were writing interesting articles while chasing criminal cases like that weekly mystery either.”

The Levi Times expanded to its current success while feeding on gossip, scandals and curiosity about the upper classes. In fact, the power of advertising was greater than anything else.

Readers of the Levi Times wanted to know what kind of things the real nobles used. They wanted to use something like that too, or at least something similar.

Considering that, this diamond gift article was appropriate. He would have been happy to submit it without any points for revision. On the second or third page.

“No, at this point, what we have to blow up is not the diamond necklace’s design, but the matter with the Elder Madam.”

“What can we do? Whether the Elder Madam came back from the common room or not, it’s House Klausener’s business anyway.”

“Think about it. Within three days from that incident, the Elder Madam went down to her family estate. So did Marquis Belf. Suddenly, he left the capital after wrapping up his fortune. Surely something must have happened?”

“Our company owner quickly sorted out the conflict between the in-laws. Well, that’s great, considering she’s that Elder Madam Klausener.”

“Hey!”

“Anyway, it can’t be a scoop. Either our owner gets cursed at, or we get cursed on behalf of the owner.”

“Hah.”

The editor lamented.

“Then what about Iris Schneider? I really think you can delve as much as you like from Baron Delford’s side. The intention of going to the engagement party while knowing the rumors was obviously false.”

“Hmm. That’s true”

“It’s a hot issue that all socialites and citizens of the capital will be curious about. Isn’t this the moment when our paper should jump on its feet for the citizen’s right to know?”

“Will Baron Delford allow us to write about that, even at the cost of embarrassing herself?”

“Oho! The Baron is the victim. Embarrassed? We have to make everyone take the Baron’s side.”

“Then the Duke will get painted out as the worst a*shole. Everyone would immediately assume that he’s two-timing.”

“How can it…”

“No matter how well you write it, it becomes a story that the Duke at least gave some leeway for Lady Schneider. Don’t you think that would benefit the Baron?”

The editor-in-chief shook his head because it was correct in every word. Even if it was something that could make newspaper sales jump, they couldn’t touch the owner.

Then a reporter opened the door and entered.

“What exactly are you finding so difficult?”

“Did you hear everything from outside?”

“Yes. Isn’t it simple? It would be nice to have something interesting to talk about with the Schneider family without disturbing the Duke, isn’t it?”

The editor-in-chief tilted his head to the side.

“What are you getting at?”

“Iris Schneider may not be the Count’s real daughter.”

“What? I’ve never heard of that though?”

The editor-in-chief straightened up and leaned towards the reporter. The reporter said triumphantly.

“Originally, Count Schneider had a lover, right? Known to be Iris’s biological mother?”

“Yes. She was a blonde primadonna who’s a stunning beauty.”

She suddenly retired and disappeared, so everyone thought she had the Count’s child. However, contrary to expectations, she never reappeared in the social world as the Count’s mistress.

It was six years later that news of her came again. The now Countess Katya had appeared at the Count’s residence with the child, saying that her friend, who had died of illness, asked her to take the child to the father.

Count Schneider welcomed the child with tears—that child being Iris.

“The current Countess originally stayed in the County as the Lady’s nanny, until she seduced the Count and got married.”

At that time, the editor-in-chief said excitedly to the editor who was not aware of the circumstances and rolled his eyes. It was the hottest scandal during his active career, so it was perfect as a side dish while drinking.

“But.”

The reporter lowered his voice and changed the subject.

“There are rumors that a ghost haunts the opera house these days.”

The editor-in-chief chuckled ridiculously.

“The ghost of a beautiful primadonna who died young in front of a flower palanquin. Sure, it’s an interesting story, but are you trying to lead it back to Iris Schneider? Hey, open your eyes. She’s not just a mere singer, she’s a count’s daughter. It’s a flimsy thing to intertwine gossip about her and some ghost stories.”

“There really is some weight to it though.”

The reporter put on a straight face.

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