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!”

Olivia kept hitting

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

other children learned to speak, Laritte was sent to gather herbs from the mountains. But Olivia wasn’t the only one who hated Laritte for eight

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

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

she had never seen before. After a conflict, Olivia chose to starve herself and buy a peach,

they 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

rotten door to their shabby house was opened. Olivia, who had fallen from exhaustion, woke up late to Laritte’s screams. On the floor crawling

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

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

“Mom…..”

the shoulders 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

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 on her

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

until her leg injury became

return my daughter…… I was

grew older, but

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

What if she has her daughter’s

you joking? Who would look after a

why they hated Laritte, and since

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 and