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!”

kept hitting Laritte in the back. While

like this? This is hell. Should

speak, Laritte was sent to gather herbs from the mountains. But Olivia wasn’t the

she received an expensive guest at the brothel. She remembered him being the third son of a wealthy trading family. The man who owned the brothel used to steal the money of working women from

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

conflict, Olivia chose to starve herself and buy a peach, hiding it

lived was occasionally invaded by drunkards. Therefore, she had to wake Laritte and urge her to eat in a hurry. Watching the little skinny girl munching on the peach in a hurry brought a soft

woke up late to Laritte’s screams. On the floor crawling with rats and bugs stood a

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

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

“Mom…..”

“Why do you look like me! Why!” She was struck with the fear of not being able

leave Laritte at the County. Even if the little girl was ignored by people, she would be safer in the mansion than being with Olivia. The first few days she didn’t have Laritte, she wasn’t very sad. But as time passed, she remembered the touch that woke her up in the morning. A small voice, cautiously saying that she had harvested this much herb. Olivia longed for the feeling of Laritte covering the only blanket

mansion. “Give back my daughter….,” but all she received were kicks from the knights. “Give me

However, she did not see Laritte until her leg injury became chronic and she became limp for the rest

daughter……

limp feet. She grew older, but she was still

all your belongings. Do you want to be beaten like that

careful. What if she has her daughter’s support, who is the

would look after a mother who abandoned her

jobs at the Brumayer family because of Laritte. This was why they hated Laritte, and since Olivia looked like Laritte, they

used to scold Laritte,