Figuring Out Who Otto Is Chapter 48

Eventually, Francine, Nathanial, the ambitous maid her father was banging, and Mzia made their way upstairs.

Looking at his youngest daughter Miriam, Stephen didnt know if he should punish her or praise her for her thorny but glib tongue.

In truth, this youngest daughter of his somewhat reminded him of his late wife, Genevieve.

Her tongue sometimes sharp, and sometimes sickly sweet. This left him wondering, was this a genetic predisposition?

After putting his thoughts in order, Mr.Stuart saw the boy standing next to his daughter and staring at her unabashedly.

This irked him quite abit.

"Father, we need to find out who Otto's parents are. And why someone tried to kill him..." Miriam said, sending a pleading glance towards her father.

Clearing his throat, "Harrughh", Mr. Stuart addressed his daughters concerns.

"I will certianly get to the bottom of this mess. Unfortunately, tomorrow we're going to New York City. Also, how do you know his names Otto?" Mr. Stuart asked his daughter, somewhat confusedly.

"Oh, he kinda looks like the people from the Ottoman Empire, so I just decided to call him Otto for the time being until I know his actual name..."

Hearing the somewhat frivolous answer,, Mr. Stuart didn't even notice that his Daughter knew what the Ottoman Empire was at age 4.

Beatrice and and Henry however, got a weird look on both their faces and just happened to make eye contact with each other. In each others eyes, they could clearly see they werent alone in their skeptical thoughts.

Luckily Beatrice had a thick skinned face so it didn't really show on her stoic mug.

The same couldn't be said for Henry though, as his face scrunched up quite a bit, and when noticing this, Miriam decided to tease him.

"You look like you have to go take a big poo, go do your thing Henry if you must."

When hearing this Beatrice could not help but barely suppress the large chuckle that was trying to escape from deep within her chest.

Mr. Stuart wasn't as restrained as the maid, and let out a low chortle at the poop joke.

However, as a proper gentlemanly father he had to reproach his daughter for this infraction so as to not let this kind of thing form into a unseemly habit.

"Miriam, no supper for you tonight. That was completely out of line. I don't wish to hear you ever make such an utterance like that again in my presence ever again. Do you understand?"

Henry turned slightly red in the face before replying, "Its fine Mr.Stuart. I have taken no offense to her remark. It is also most important for SMALL children to eat well so they grow up big and healthy. Miriam looks very small for her age, I would not want her to get sick at my expense."

Miriam did a little twirl in her now clean clothes, before saying something that almost made her father faint on the spot.

"Is Spain beautiful? Maybe I'll marry a Spaniard in the future when I grow up...oh, can I play your violin now? I would like to practice while I have the chance. Hey, Father, can you get me a teacher for violin lessons and a nice violin? I'm okay with wearing hand-me-downs if I can get a nice violin. Perhaps when I get good enough I'll play for money? I need to earn money. I like shopping alot, and am can't always burden Papa with my expenses."

Seemingly out of nowhere she successfully deflected her fathers reprimand and Henrys chivalrous comment.

Taking 'Otto' by the hand, Miriam walked up to come to a stop infront of Henry, as of almost expecting him to magically pull his violin out for her from thin air.

Flashing a pearly white smile at him and blinking her fanshaped eyelashes, her eyes looked as if they were pools of morning dew reflecting the blue sky surely above.

"Um.. I will keep my promise, I will go get it for you. I'll also show you how to hold it. You must listen to me okay?" Henry said, barely stopping himself from stammering. What was it about this little girl that made him so nervous!

Leaving to go get his beloved Violin, Henry exited the drawing room.

It was at this point that Miriam dropped her childlike smile and looked at her father dead in the eyes.

"Tell me when you want some information about what we talked about the other day. I need to practice and get good ag- I mean get Paganini level good. I will not stop until I can make a million dollars." Miriam said with determination and fire almost shooting out of her eyes.

Ah! His daughter truly took after him more than he thought. Only 4 years old and she already wanted to make more money than possible. Such good ambition. If only his heir and eldest son Alard were like this. That boy was as about ambitious as a potato.

"Oh, and we need to find someone who speaks Otto's language. So we can figure out if were taking him back home or not..." She said rather casually.

"What do you mean by if? I'm not keeping one of his kind. Extra mouth to feed? Don't you want to be rich?" Her farther said, his brows furrowing by a small degree upon hearing her words.

"I can't just return him to the water, right?" Miriam said while raising her eyebrows at such as absurd idea.

Mr. Stuart wanted to say 'Of course she could' but couldn't bring himself to say these thoughts of his outloud. At least not infront of the kid in question.

"We should take him to New York city with us. Surely it has people from many countries, one of them must speak the same language as him."

Nodding his head in agreement, Mr. Stuart brushed some dust off his suit before turning his attention to Beatrice.

Beatrice upon noticing the masters attention, lowered her head, directing her gaze down to the floor.

"I am disappointed in you Beatrice. Something like today better not happen again. I will let you off with the pay deduction this time. Don't let there be a next time." Mr.Stuart said as he readjusted the cuffs to his suit and stomped off somewhere, probably going to go see if he could sleep with that one maid again.