Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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Count Schneider asked in surprise.

“What’s the matter?”

“Pavel will escort you. I have some work to do, so I’m leaving first.”

Count Schneider nodded.

Erich walked out of the parlor in hasty steps. As he strode across the hallway, he ran his hand through his hair, took off his cravat and coat, and tossed them at the attendants following him.

The butler, waiting on the sidelines until now, threw a robe over Erich’s shoulder. He took off his shoes before entering the bedroom and replaced them with slippers.

He now looked like someone who had slept in until the late afternoon.

He entered the small tearoom connected to the bedroom, and this time went out through an open window toward the terrace.

The garden in front of the terrace, the sound of water gushing from a small fountain filled the sky. This small garden, which was fenced off by a hedge of cypress trees, was a very private space.

Elliot, who was playing happily inside the new pirate ship added in the garden, waved his arms.

“Unclllllle!”

Erich waved his hand at the child. The child burst out laughing and came running.

“Uncle! Did you go potty?”

“It’s impolite to ask such a question recklessly, Elliott.”

Erich gently cautioned the child who had jumped into his arms and stroked his hair.

Elliott quickly covered his mouth with his hands. However, unable to contain his curiosity, he asked again with a red face.

“But you took a very long time.”

“…….”

“Auntie is like that every day. She says you need to drink a lot of water.”

“Pfft.”

The attendant who was waiting nearby could not stand it and spewed a small. Probably no one in the world has ever asked Erich Klausener about his bowel movements.

Erich glanced at him, and the attendant had already controlled his expression.

It was an unruly behavior, but Erich wasn’t that harsh enough of a master to scold the attendants for this, so he only sighed and said lightly.

“I’ll do that.”

From Erich’s point of view, he was trying to keep Claire from suspecting him even if he went away for a long time, but Elliott placed his hand on his waist triumphantly and said,

“You need to eat vegetables too.”

“…Yes.”

Elliott laughed. Erich stroked the child’s head again. He told him to keep it a secret, and he was afraid of what he would hear again.

“Go ahead and play.”

“Hehe!”

Elliott was so excited that he kissed Erich on the cheek once and ran back.

He lay down on the couch, took a crystal glass from the table beside him, took a sip, and set it down.

Then, he stretched his arms and legs heavily like an exhausted man.

Suddenly, he met eyes with the attendant who was waiting by his side.

“…….”

The servant calmly laid his eyes down. Since ancient times, attendants had to minimize their presence as though they didn’t exist in the room, so they should never show emotion or look directly at the master.

But the attendant couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he saw his master doing something he’d never done in his life.

The master looked healthy from all sides, but whenever the mistress came, he acted like someone suffering from lingering symptoms.

Of course, it was not a matter that an attendant could intervene with.

* * *

She didn’t realize it while she was inside the office, but once she came out, the sky was very clear and the weather was very nice.

In this kind of weather, why was she stuck in the office and struggling with work?

Claire recalled the events of her past life that felt distant now. Flicker-free LED lights that shone brightly like daylight on all floors of a building, large and expensive monitors, fully operational air conditioners, spacious and excellent pantries, automatic cup washers, red ginseng. So on and so forth.

‘If not that, at least they let me get off work before sundown…’

And now she herself was forcing it on her secretaries. Of course, she was doing the same thing, too.

“Ha. I knew it would be like this.”

Claire muttered to herself in a bewildered way as she crossed the garden.

That’s why she tried not to get entangled with a third generation chaebol heir who had a predilection for bullying his subordinates. Erich was not a third generation chaebol heir, though he actually was the seventeenth master of a ducal household.

At the end of the day though, she couldn’t possibly make a sick person work. Officially, the only person who could completely fill Erich’s empty seat was her, who had both the signet ring and the mistress’s key.

She was determined. Until Erich put his signet ring on her index finger again and told her to work hard.

That was a nasty move.

Claire soon entered Erich’s small garden. There was something on the grass that hadn’t been there until morning.

“A pirate ship.”

Claire let out a sigh. It was one of the fixtures in the toy store that Elliott wanted but never bought.

“I am! Captain Hook!”

Elliott yelled, raising his toy knife. The nannies who were playing with him screamed and ran away.

“Kyaah! Run away!”

“Throw them into the sea!”

Elliott raised his spirits.

Claire put her hand on her forehead. She told him about Peter Pan, but why had Captain Hook become the good guy, and Wendy the bad guy? Did she raise the child wrong?

But before that, what about this pirate ship?

Of course she had to catch the person who opened the wallet, but she couldn’t help but catch the accomplice as well.

“El-li-ott Del-ford!”

Elliott screamed excitedly at her as she stomped her feet and yelled at him.

“Wendy! Wendy is here!! Run!!”

“Kyaah!”

The nannies’ laughter and his running footsteps scattered all over in a mess. Claire cheered up. It is the caregiver’s duty to live up to the expectations given to them.

She rolled up her skirt and jumped into the pirate ship.

Five minutes later, Claire came to the terrace. She was gasping out of breath and her steps were staggering.

Erich, who was lying on the couch and basking in the sun—at least, it seemed like that—looked up at her, hiding his smile. Claire put her hands on her waist and said.

“I told you not to buy that pirate ship.”

“It’s mine.”

Erich responded brazenly.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“The garden was empty, so I had them put in a wooden sculpture.”

“A toy ship?”

“Ask Elliott. Whose is that?”

“That is for when the party is over.”

It was absurd.

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