Obviously, It's My Child - Chapter 90
“I’ll call him to the mansion and set up a separate meeting place, Baron.”
“But doing so would make Stefan less likely to spill it.”
Johann stepped in with a troubled face. Claire looked at him seriously.
“I’m sure that you’re in the same position, right, Sir?”
That meant that he was one of the Empress’ people. Johann hesitated for a moment, but slowly nodded.
Claire fully understood Stefan’s position. Johann came to the Weaving Guild with the determination to betray his allegiance, but he couldn’t force that to a person who would simply provide information.
She hesitated over another problem.
[ I wish I could cover this up. ]
Because Erich said so.
He was usually a person who would express himself with a commanding tone. But he was unsure of everything about this, and he looked at Claire with a puzzled look. Judging by his countenance, he looked like he wanted her to ask him if he knew who would do such tricks.
[ Do you know who it is? ]
[ Just a guess. I will not list specific names. ]
[ Erich, don’t say that! Someone died. You almost died too! ]
[ That’s why I’m not saying who it might likely be. If I tell you, you won’t hold back. ]
Erich said in a low voice.
[ This won’t happen twice. I’ve taken the proper measures. ]
[ Good. I believe you’ve taken measures. But if I can’t understand the reason, I’ll move separately from what you’re trying to achieve. ]
[ It’s because I promised my father that I’d protect them. ]
When he said so, Claire realized who it was.
[ I can’t do that. Even if there is no more threat, someone died. ]
Claire replied like so, but she stopped looking for evidence there.
She couldn’t have Erich break the promise he had made to his father. Louisa alone was enough.
So somewhere in her heart it stung, but she decided to close her eyes to the matter.
Suspicion was still just suspicion. The name was never confirmed after all, and there was no other evidence. Finding the killer was the police’s job.
Then now, someone came forward to give evidence.
Johann looked at Claire cautiously. Claire answered with her gaze fixed on the empty seat at the desk.
“Let’s meet at the opera house. On the day of the performance.”
There was hesitation in her heart, but she couldn’t pretend she didn’t know after she had heard about the evidence.
There will be no harm in just listening to the story. If there really is any new information, then she can discuss it with Erich again.
She chose the opera house because it was a public space. At the same time, it was surprisingly easy to avoid people’s eyes there—too many people come and go.
More so if one was a performer. There were not just one or two people flocking to the waiting room to meet the lead dancer. While the lobby and other spaces will be bright as if a banquet was held.
“I understand. Stefan would be happy to comply,” Johann replied politely.
* * *
“Lina, Lina! Take this with you!”
As soon as she put the two mannequins down in the waiting room, a shout came from outside. Lina Grace ran outside without even checking the mannequin properly.
Stefan’s waiting room is on the fourth floor. Considering that the entrance to the stage was between the first and second floors, it was odd that Stefan’s waiting room was on the fourth floor.
For a private waiting room for a lead dancer, it’s only natural that it would be on the second floor, where it’s easy to get to and from the stage. It also gives them a good seat at the theater.
[ See if I’m on the second floor. As soon as the stage ends, I will be crushed to death by the crowd. ]
He said that, but in fact, the people in the theater whispered that it wasn’t actually that much.
If it were Iris Schneider, yes, she might have been crushed to death by the flowers.
Stefan, of course, was a popular ballerino, and during brief interludes, there were several die-hard fans willing to go back and forth from the waiting room on the fourth floor.
While Lina knew a little more. Stefan had requested the fourth floor room to do business.
Among the visitors during the interlude were customers, not fans. Stefan opened the fourth-floor windows wide and smoked cigarettes or did more with the guests.
Occasionally there were promiscuous parties. Since coming to the capital, the number of visitors had markedly increased.
Lina once thought if this was okay, but the theater owner was rather delighted because most of the attendees were nobles.
[ You must keep this secret. If you can’t keep it, I’ll throw you out on the street, whether you die or not. Don’t forget who saved your life. ]
Stefan had fiercely threatened Lina with a heated iron in his hand. Lina begged him on her knees.
Stefan’s mother was said to have saved the lives of Lina’s grandmother and Lina herself seventeen years ago.
To repay the favor, her grandmother has been working as the most secret worker for the past seventeen years for Stefan and his mother, and now it’s Lina’s turn to do so.
As time went on, Lina knew what horrors those who betrayed Stefan had gone through.
If they were to leave the organization, they die. Either Stefan would kill them, or the rival organization would kill them.
At best, all Lina needed to do was to iron Stefan’s clothes and put things away in the well-decorated waiting room. But an organization member was still an organization member.
“Why are you so slow these days? Go take these clothes and shoes, put them on the mannequin, and put this box back.”
“And take these clothes to the ballet company.”
“Has it changed today?”
“That was also Mister Stefan’s order.”
Lina forced herself to hide the sigh. He was stubborn, saying that the color scheme of the previous stage outfits did not make him stand out properly. He might have taken off the beads or lace.
Most of the ballet members must have changed their costumes, but the thought of going there again and redistributing them made him sigh. There was a separate dressing room here, so once this happened, it would be even more chaotic.
“Put the empty wardrobe behind the waiting room door in the storage room. Is there any oil left in the furnace?”
“You have to take good care of it. You know that Mister Stefan is sensitive whenever he’s about to do his first performance.”
“Yes. I’ll also check the furnace.”
Lina answered meekly. Then she grabbed a pile of stage costumes and ran up again.
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