Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Iron Man politely replied that it was indeed the best university in Norway, and he was relieved to have his daughter being taken care of. However, he needed to ask about the matter of being admired by thousands of people, as his daughter was only fourteen years old and could not be in a relationship, especially not with these university students. He knew that would be punishable by death.

The teacher added, "Of course! We're planning to assign Miss Bubu to the international student dorms. They're all detached, stand-alone buildings, a special arrangement for international students. Even the mayor's son couldn't get one. Don't worry, if your daughter lives on campus, she won't even have roommates, let alone date. It's just that our school is currently implementing an international education model, and we're recruiting a lot of overseas students, so we need to build a new dormitory area. Unfortunately, no one is investing in it."

Iron Man said, "Okay, I'll think about it. This kid doesn't listen to me at home and goes against his brother. It'll be good for him to live at school and develop his survival skills."

Finally, as he was jumping around, Iron Man gave a simple entrepreneurial speech to the students, specifically telling them to study hard and learn well so they could work for his company in the future and sit in the same office as his daughter, Brunhilde.

I don't know why everyone was cheering so enthusiastically.

It wasn't until the very end, when Brunhilde followed Iron Man out of the campus, that she saw a bright red McLaren parked in the rain.

"Where did you get the money to buy this kind of toy?" Brunhilde frowned her delicate eyebrows.

The Kaslana family may appear glamorous on the surface, but they are no longer what they used to be. Claire shouldn't be able to afford a car that costs five million euros.

Iron Man said in a deep voice, "I asked the Shaniat family for it."

Brunhilde was stunned. Although the Shaniat family had been incredibly kind to Kaslana, Claire's direct request was just too...shameless.

Even Siegfried never asked the Schariacs for money; they had to save face. When problems arose, the two families could help each other. If they were short of money, why not ask them for help? At least do it openly, through economic assistance or something... or even indirectly.

"I'm too lazy," Iron Man said nonchalantly. "If you don't have the money, I'll take it; if you don't give it to me, I'll quit Destiny. I was originally going to ask Destiny headquarters for the money, but the Shaniat family stopped me, so they paid for it."

Crazy.

Brunhilde sighed, knowing that his mother was a wise woman who never cared about saving face or right and wrong. She would ask for money when she was short of it, eat when she was hungry, and never take anything to heart.

Like her two children, she barely cared for them, letting them run wild outside. Relying on her top-tier A-rank Valkyrie combat power, she truly felt she could go anywhere in the world.

Brunhilde couldn't stand women like that.

But he didn't have anything to say to Claire. He got into the passenger seat, put on his seatbelt, and then paused, stunned.

He saw Iron Man walk in like that.

“You…” Brunhilde hesitated for a moment, “You should at least take off this armor before coming in.”

"Why do you think I didn't take it off the whole way?" Claire sneered, then ripped open the opening in the back of the prop, removed the hood, and her sweat-soaked body jumped out from the opening.

Brunhilde then got a clear look at her face.

She wore a pure black, backless velvet mini dress with a strapless bodice. The dress had a very high slit, extending all the way to her waist, with several thin straps holding the hem up to prevent any wardrobe malfunction. Underneath the narrow skirt, she wore semi-sheer, iron-gray stockings and ten-centimeter high heels.

She was dressed extremely beautifully, and when she jumped out, the carriage was filled with a captivating fragrance caused by her sweat.

"How about it? I changed specially before coming." Claire's beautiful eyes were teasing as she looked at him, gently tugging at her garter belt and smiling. "A little tip for seeing my darling~"

Chapter 52 This is my good child

After transforming from Iron Man into a stunning woman in a little black dress, Brunhilde was stunned for a moment before lowering her head and continuing to fasten her seatbelt.

"Silly Bubu, don't you recognize your mother?" Claire looked at him with a sweet smile, her beautiful red eyes narrowed, and turned his head so they could look at each other directly.

Siegfried likely inherited his father's blue-green eyes, while Brunhilde inherited more of Claire's genes. Both mother and son had clear, bright red eyes, and their eyebrows were similarly slightly upturned, which is what is known as "phoenix eyes," making them appear particularly charming.

This is one of the reasons why Brunhilde can easily dress as a woman; he was born with a more delicate appearance than his sister.

Brunhilde avoided looking into her eyes. He felt a pang of self-loathing for having been momentarily captivated by Claire's beauty, but calmly replied, "It was just that Mom was so beautiful that I was mesmerized."

Claire was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her son to say such a thing. "Bubu, you're so sweet-talking? Did you eat...candy?"

You're obviously implying that someone took the wrong medicine!

Brunhilde leaned back against the pillows and said coldly, "Let's end the chat here. Take me back to the Bergen Municipal Hotel. Cecilia and my older sister are there, and I've been staying there recently too."

He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. But actually, Brunhilde was trying to distract himself; he didn't want to look at Claire, and even wanted to hold his breath to avoid smelling her perfume. It smelled wonderful, a grapefruit scent that even Brunhilde occasionally wore, fresh and sweet. It was a fruity fragrance typically used by young girls, but Claire never cared about the custom that women her age should wear rose and jasmine; she wore whatever she wanted.

"Damn it," Brunhilde thought. He'd never thought Claire was this beautiful before... this master of disguise, this insane devil... It must be because he hadn't seen her for months, that he'd actually developed even the slightest bit of affection for her?

Claire looked at him gently with her beautiful phoenix eyes, and the corners of her pink lips curved upwards in a slightly malicious way: "Oh~ Oh dear, look at this attitude, Bubu is treating his mother like a driver."

"No, let's drive."

"Give me a kiss and I'll drive!"

"Don't push your luck." Brunhilde said indifferently.

Claire's smile widened even more as she obediently inserted the key, started the engine, and shifted gears in one smooth motion. The dashboard lights illuminated, and the McLaren's powerful engine silently ignited.

"Driving in high heels?" Brunhilde, not noticing her changing shoes, opened her eyes and offered a friendly reminder.

"It's alright, it's alright. I've been driving myself all these years, and the traffic police have never caught me." Claire stepped on the gas, and the speed instantly reached 100 km/h in a few seconds. After all, it was a sports car, and it instantly cut through the rain and rushed out of the university's main gate. The gatekeeper with a gun stood straight in the rain.

Brunhilde remained silent.

"Mom dressed up so beautifully to see you, but why are you so cold to me? These are Falke stockings, the same ones Princess Diana wore. I bought them but couldn't bear to wear them until I wanted to show them to you."

"Actually, I arrived a long time ago and have been observing you. Look, I even drove my car all the way here... Tell me, why did I make such a big scene? It's to make you look good, isn't it? Now everyone knows you have an Iron Man mom, isn't that awesome and cool? I originally wanted to become Ultraman Jack, but that would be too silly and ruin your image at school."

"It was so hot inside that suit. I wanted to give you a surprise with your gorgeous mom, but I sweated so much inside that my hair is all stuck to my back. You can feel how wet it is now."

Talking on and on.

"How did you do on your exams this year? You're almost on holiday, so you should be done by now, right? You never contact me. I can't even check on your studies, my darling."

"Don't keep that cold face. Although Bubu is pretty even with a cold face, hmph, as expected of me, she doesn't look like any other man... Hehe~ If you looked as annoying as your father, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it."

"Speaking of which, how many years has it been since I got divorced? Let me count. I kicked him out when I was pregnant with you, it's been fifteen years already. Several million euros, that's a huge sum of money. At that time, I was tired of him and thought it was worth it to get him out of my little family for several million euros. Now that I think about it, several million euros, why not just sign a divorce agreement? Anyway, when you do the math, it's all family property and he can't take any of it."

She's really... rambling on and on.

"Tsk, life without a father and with only children is really quite enjoyable, Bubu, what do you think? Not having a father doesn't affect you and your siblings growing up smoothly at all, right?"

"Let me tell you something funny. I ran into your father when I was traveling in Paris. He was with a woman, probably married, but he was still trembling with fear when he saw me and even hid behind her. Honestly, that woman was way less attractive than me, and I couldn't be bothered with him. But he actually had the nerve to come up to me and say things like, 'See? I'm better off without you.' 'You twisted lunatic, selfish bastard, what are you doing here?' 'I have nothing to do with you anymore!' It cracked me up. It was like I went there specifically to find him."

"Then he couldn't help but come over and ask me how you and your brother are doing now. Honey, guess what I said? I said, 'Bubu has never even seen your picture. Bubu doesn't even know he has a father. The only person Bubu is obsessed with is me.' Oh my god~ He was almost going crazy. He practically wanted to grab me by the neck and ask me for your contact information... But how could I possibly give it to him? You and your brother are mine, especially you, Bubu, the child who has me completely infatuated."

My reason was suddenly disrupted.

"Shut up!" Brunhilde hissed.

"So in the end he knelt before me and begged me to let you go... How ridiculous. We were so deeply in love, what did he know? He'd never even met you. Is this what a father's responsibility is? What a pity..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Brunhild sprang from the passenger seat and tried to grab the woman by the throat, but he was restrained by the seatbelt, and his outstretched hands were also grabbed by Claire with one hand.

She turned her head, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration. "You've really grown up, Bubu. You dare to hit Mommy now. That's some impressive strength, but you shouldn't be using your strength now, baby. We have plenty of time."

Brunhilde gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger, but this only made Claire happier. She gently kissed the boy's hand, her smile undiminished.

Bastard, demon, madman!

This is Claire.

Brunhilde always disliked thinking about this mother. Unlike the loving and harmonious Shaniat family, the head of the Kaslana family was such an incurable egoist! She was beautiful and powerful, but she had not a single trace of maternal virtue.

Or perhaps it should be said that she is indeed a perfect Valkyrie, undeniably so in public. But in her family life, she is a demon disguised as a mother.

Extremely selfish—that's how Brunhilde described her mother when she grew up.

Claire never cared about what others thought of her or their intentions; her life could be described in one word: "doing things her own way." This doesn't mean she was a spoiled and adorable young lady, but rather that she was ruthless.

For example, marriage.

Claire's husband, who was also the siblings' father, was the man their family had arranged for them to marry when they were still children. He was handsome, from a respectable family, and was Claire's first love. Such a man would never lack women, but he was deeply in love with Claire, after all, she was quite a beauty. At that time, no one understood Claire's wild nature, nor did they know that Claire had no need for marriage; she had only chosen a man randomly to fulfill her family's obligation to have an heir.

So, just a few months after the wedding, snap, the marriage collapsed.

Claire never sees her husband, and doesn't even want to be touched by him. So Claire only sees him when she needs to get pregnant, bringing a group of doctors to extract his genes for conception.

She advocated keeping the son and shunning the father, even preventing the child from having any contact with her. Siegfried could only see his unfamiliar biological father once a year at Christmas. The man was like livestock kept by Claire, not even a pet, and his personal freedom was also restricted; he couldn't even leave Norway for eight whole years.

Finally, when she became pregnant with Brunhilde, the distraught man ran away, and Claire, already with two children, had no intention of continuing the relationship, so she let him go. As a result, Brunhilde had only heard of having a father, but had never met him.

And this distorted attitude wasn't just directed at that man.

The same applies to children.

She neglected her parental responsibilities, ignored her family, and spent all her time on missions or on vacation, only returning home once every few months. The Kaslana household was managed by Siegfried, and young Brunhilde and her sister depended on each other for survival, even relying solely on the family for care.

Claire never felt she needed to be responsible for anyone. This wasn't just selfishness; it was a complete personality distortion. Even the most morally bankrupt person would feel heartache and shame if they didn't see their children for years, but Claire didn't. Claire never felt she owed her children anything—she didn't care that her children were self-reliant or that they didn't have a father.

Even when she came back, she still acted as if everyone was loving and affectionate, as if nothing had happened.

Siegfried had grown accustomed to his mother's "freedom" and no longer found anything wrong with it. But Brunhilde believed that a mother should not be like that; her ideal mother was gentle, beautiful, and kind, and certainly not a selfish person who acted solely on her own will without ever considering others.

But if it were just this kind of personality, it wouldn't be enough for Brunhilde to consider him a demon, because it's not that vicious.

It wasn't until Claire returned home for New Year's, long after she had left, that Brunhilde truly experienced just how utterly contemptuous this woman was of morality. She wasn't just selfish; she was a complete madwoman. To be precise, she had easily abandoned her previous husband because she had no interest in him. However, whatever could pique her interest, no matter how taboo... she would disregard all obstacles and obtain it.

Nothing could stop Claire's interest—neither law, morality, nor ethics.

However, Brunhilde was powerless to resist her; she lacked the strength, and besides… Siegfried knew nothing. In Siegfried's eyes, her mother was still that capricious and playful woman, whom she could only helplessly forgive… but if some things were revealed, the bond that held the Kaslana family together… would be gone in an instant.

"It's been years, and you still haven't gotten used to it, Bubu." Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand, turned her head, and looked at him pitifully. "Waaah, I know Mom loves you, but you're so distant and angry with me. It makes Mom sad. When Mom is sad, she goes to my sister for comfort, to my sister... to tell her what's on her mind."

"Claire!"

“How can you call your mother by her first name? That’s not good behavior. But it doesn’t matter, I love Bubu no matter what.” Claire laughed. “So, do you want to see Phil and me turn against each other and fight like mother and daughter over you?”

“Madman…you madman.” Brunhilde said, enunciating each word clearly.

“I’ve said it many times, Mom just loves too passionately, it has nothing to do with being crazy.” Claire suddenly turned and drove onto another road.

Brunhilde's heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing? This isn't a city road!"

He remembered taking city roads back to the hotel from the university, but now Claire had clearly taken a more secluded but wider road with fewer cars.