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!”

oil lamp, Olivia kept hitting Laritte in the back.

hell. Should I give up Laritte? Or are we both

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

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

to buy some black rice

buy a peach, hiding

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 smile to Olivia’s face. This was how she

opened. Olivia, who had fallen from exhaustion, woke up late to Laritte’s screams.

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

flash. The man was slammed to

“Mom…..”

with fear. The little girl was getting more 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 depression, Olivia went insane.

Olivia. The first few days she didn’t have Laritte, she wasn’t very sad. But as time

received were kicks from

she did not see Laritte until her leg injury became chronic and she became limp for the rest of her life.

daughter…… I was wrong…..”

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 her mind returned to the

your belongings. Do you want to be beaten like that

chuckled, “Be careful. What if she has her daughter’s support, who

look after a mother who abandoned

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

Laritte. She used to scold Laritte, but she never expected Laritte’s forgiveness. She only wanted to see if she lived well. Her heart was filled with love