MCPURPLE_7791

She went through hell at an early age. She was abandoned by her father to be abused and exploited like a slave by his wife and daughter. She tried running away from them so many times, but she was always caught. When her 'so-called' sister, who was set to marry a Count's son, vanished, her 'so-called' father suddenly remembered her existence and recognized her as his youngest daughter.

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"You wench! We have fed and dressed you since you were a child. And now you won't even be useful." Her stepmother shouted
She raised her left eyebrow. "Fed me? Dress me? You couldn't even give me a decent room. If I may remind you, I've been living in the attic room for ten years, and you treated me worse than a maid. A slave. You treated me as a slave."
"You ungrateful child. I should have never let you live. You should have just died together with your whore mother." Said the Count.
Upon hearing about her mother, she felt rage. She could still remember how she saw her mother die in the coldness of the night. She looked at the Count with blazing eyes as if they could burn.
"Never mention my mother again. And stop blaming the innocent here. You are the one who raped her and got her pregnant, Count Harriston." She said it in an angry tone.
Then she looked over at the Countess. "And Countess, you should be grateful that you have another daughter because if I were born as a boy, you would never have a penny left."
"You b..." Countess Harriston got slapped by Ashley before she could finish her words. The Countess held up her red left cheek.
"I'm not a bitch. You and your daughter are bitches. And I will never marry Count Lottway's son. Find your spoiled brat daughter, and don't make me her substitute." "You ungrateful wench!" The Count held her hand and tried to slap her. But a strong man's force stopped the hands of the Count. When he saw whose hand stopped him, his face became pale. He couldn't believe that this man would be here. "Y-your Grace? W-why are y-you here?" The Count was so afraid that he stuttered his words. The man released the Count's hands and hid Ashley at his back. "Hurt her, and you're dead." He said it with a cold tone.

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My Meadow of Ash Trees

After wiping her tears, Evan sat down as the maids served breakfast: A plate of light-burn bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and beans and tea.

"What is this?" Evan frowned as he asked the maid.

"That's the breakfast the children made for you and the Grand Duchess, Your Highness."

Upon hearing it, his frown vanished, and he looked at the plate again. He stared at it for a while as Ashley giggled at him. She took a bite of the bacon and ate it.

"It's a little burn, but it's good," Ashley said as she looked at Evan

"If you don't want it, I'll have the chef cook-" The maid said.

"No. It's fine." Evan refused, and the maid bowed as she left.

Ashley smiled at him and said, "They made an effort to cook for us. I even saw some of the children had patches on their hands. I bet it was because of burns and cuts."

Evan sighed and said, "I will eat this, Ashley. You don't have to guilt-trip me."

The Children's surprise and Evan's Smile