When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 95

The men glared at her, “B*tch, why are you looking at us like that?” All alone in the dirty alleyway, she fell deep beneath the sea of her memories. She recalled the moment when Laritte was born.

Uwah! Uwah!

The baby’s cries echoed throughout the region. Back then, she hated seeing the child which was born with the help of her sister.

“My life is over. How can I dance with a child in Iassa?”

“Hey, don’t say that. Give her a hug. She resembles you, sister….”

Olivia remembered what she had said back then, throwing the brown cloth that covered her body.

“Get that child away from me!”

It was a misfortune for both Olivia and Laritte that Laritte was born to her. That was the start of their miserable life. The love child ate up Olivia’s money and time like a hungry hippopotamus. Even if Olivia was a renowned dancer, she couldn’t raise enough money.

In Iassa, dancers needed to make a living, but without a foundation or family, women with pretty faces were chosen. When Laritte was born, Olivia was forced to spend all the pennies she had saved up. Eventually, Olivia moved to a shabby house in the back alley, with only four things in her possession.

A newborn baby wrapped in her discarded cloth, a broken body, and fatigue from insufficient nutrition. And the postpartum depression that stemmed from her despair. Olivia’s depression didn’t subside until her newborn child, Laritte, began to toddle on the floor of her house crawling with cockroaches. Alas, her heart was filled with evilness. When Laritte vomited all that she fed her, she could not contain her anger.

“I had to work hours to buy that grain!”

Olivia had no choice but to lose her job as a dancer. Every morning, she used to search for stores to do their chores and after sunset, she used to go to a brothel. Her despair never left her mind.

“Why don’t you do anything to help!”

choking house under the cracked oil lamp, Olivia kept hitting Laritte in the back. While young Laritte wept

life turn out like this? This is hell. Should I give up

from the mountains. But Olivia wasn’t the only one who

third son of a wealthy trading family. The man who owned the brothel used to steal the money of working women from the

mood that day. She smiled after a while as she walked down the dark morning road. It was time to buy some black rice and bread for Laritte and herself. Her eyes landed on a fruit cart that came out early in the morning. The sweet pink berries inside magically drew her attention. It was peach.

herself and buy a peach, hiding it under her skirt.

wake Laritte and urge her to eat in a hurry. Watching the little skinny girl munching on the

was opened. Olivia, who had fallen from exhaustion, woke up late to Laritte’s screams. On the floor crawling with rats and bugs stood a drunken man. Laritte

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

scene happened in a flash. The man was slammed to death by the bottle but Olivia injured one of her ankles

“Mom…..”

and more beautiful like Olivia. “Why do you look like me! Why!” She was struck with the fear of not being able to protect Laritte next time. Along with her

Laritte, she wasn’t very sad. But as time passed, she remembered the touch

daughter….,” but all she received were kicks from the knights. “Give me back my daughter! She’s

see Laritte until her leg injury became chronic

my daughter…… I was wrong…..”

her only daughter and left the region. Becoming a nobody, she roamed the country with empty hands and limp feet. She grew older, but she was still alive to this date. Olivia’s thoughts came to an end as

you say anything? First, give us all your belongings. Do

her daughter’s

would look after a mother who abandoned her daughter?”

Laritte, and since Olivia

began to pull Olivia’s hair. Olivia stood still, exhausted from the sudden remembrance of her past. She wanted to see Laritte. She only had memories of hitting Laritte. She used to scold Laritte, but she never expected Laritte’s