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!”

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

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

the mountains. But

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

money because he was in a good 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

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

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

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

“Mom! Mom!”

“Shut up!”

eyes. Olivia frantically grabbed a glass bottle. The scene happened in a flash. The man was slammed to death by the bottle but Olivia injured

“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 to protect Laritte

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

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

see Laritte until her leg injury became chronic and she became limp for

return my daughter……

limp feet. She grew older, but she was still alive to this date. Olivia’s thoughts came to an end as her mind

all your belongings. Do you want

careful. What if she has her daughter’s

joking? Who would look after a mother who abandoned her daughter?”

at the Brumayer family because of Laritte. This was why they hated Laritte, and since Olivia looked like Laritte, they enjoyed bullying her. “Besides, she would have been wearing a better outfit than this……”

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 hatred. But it was also a pitiful love of