“You shameless thing who doesn’t even know her place. How dare someone like you insult my son?”
He abruptly withdrew the hand he had struck with and loosened his cravat, breathing heavily.
Olivia held her swollen cheek and glared at the Count.
“Since when did you get so good with words? Did you talk back like that in front of your husband, too? Is that how you got kicked out?”
Count Blanchet, who had been shouting, suddenly turned his body and yelled at the servants standing behind him.
“Beat her.”
The person pointed at by the tip of his black cane was none other than Anne.
Anne was curled up on the floor, trembling, her head buried in her arms. Seeing her like that, Olivia stared at the Count and said,
“Don’t do this to Anne.”
“I heard you received quite a bit of alimony. Bring it here.”
“Count!”
“Do…
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