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. While young Laritte wept silently.

Should I

the

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 the middle. However, the owner smoked an expensive cigar that was traded across the

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

was something she had never seen before. After a conflict, Olivia chose to starve herself and buy a peach, hiding it under her skirt. ‘I will get something for myself if I

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 smile to Olivia’s face. This was how she raised Laritte even in her hell. But she had

had fallen from exhaustion, woke up late to Laritte’s screams. On the floor

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

happened in a flash. The man was slammed

“Mom…..”

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

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 Count’s mansion. “Give back my daughter….,” but all she received

Laritte until her leg injury became chronic and she became limp for the rest of

my daughter……

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

say anything? First, give us all your belongings. Do you want to be beaten like that

has her daughter’s support, who is the

look after a mother who

they hated Laritte, and since Olivia looked like Laritte, they enjoyed bullying

hitting Laritte. She used to scold Laritte, but she never expected Laritte’s forgiveness. She only wanted to see if she lived well. Her