My Dreamy Old Husband

With a swollen face, Natasha left the western restaurant with 200 in her pocket, which was the last bit of money she had while the rest were taken by the female boss to pay for her meal.

She then decided to go to Bayside University.

Even if she had lost the title of Young Lady Mitchell, she was still a genius so she decided to stay in Bayside University to get her degree! In the future, she would be successful enough for the Mitchell Family to take her back in.

Alex must still be angry at her because she attempted to murder Nathan. As long as she acquitted herself well, she would sooner or later regain the title of Young Lady Mitchell.

She displayed the last pride of being Young Lady Mitchell and said to him, “I want to resume my studies here. I hope that the university can arrange a private dorm for me along with a personal assistant and a driver. On top of that, I need a subsidy of at least 10 thousand every month for my living expenses.”

In the past, she was Young Lady Mitchell who never had to do chores or run errands but now, she had to handle these trivial things just so she could eat. Even so, she had to do it in order to rise again as soon as possible.

Hearing her requests, the vice chancellor thought that she was joking.

But judging from her serious face, she didn’t seem to be joking. Out of kindness, the vice chancellor didn’t want to hit her when she was already down and gently said, “I’m afraid we can’t do that. Our subsidy for needy students is 6 per day and the money will be deposited directly to the meal card so it can only be spent at the university’s cafeteria.”

Needy student?

Natasha thought that she had misheard him.

She? A needy student? How was she a needy student?

The vice chancellor started to explain seriously, “For the dorm, we only have rooms for four and the private dorm is all occupied at the moment. Our subsidy is only sufficient for three basic meals a day. For needy students, our university provides part time jobs to earn some pocket money such as cleaning the toilet, transporting barrels of water, cleaning the library’s floor—”

Natasha couldn’t listen to it anymore and smacked the table fiercely while shouting, “I’ve represented the university in countless international competitions and won countless awards. How can you do this to me?”

Since she was no longer Young Lady Mitchell, the vice chancellor finally decided to tell her the truth.

“Well, all the awards that you won from those competitions were actually paid for by the Mitchell Family. After all, you’re Young Lady Mitchell and if you fail to get the first in the competition, it would be a disgrace…”

isn’t for all cases. At least you’re good at playing piano and those awards from playing piano are

finish his

that she was only wasting her time

people were hitting her when she was down and deliberately making things difficult

peasants and even asked her to clean the toilet? Would that ever happen? That was totally

had a point because she indeed was good at

confident of herself because her piano skills were

and couldn’t wait a second longer

those men for days. She was not only r*ped by them in turns at night, but she also had to work during the day in chains. If she disobeyed them, she would

discordant notes echoed in the hall of the multipurpose building, attracting everyone to the scene. Seeing that it was Natasha, they pointed at her

she have the courage to play the

Can’t

my god! It is Natasha! The news said

first. To be honest, the second and the third scored a lot higher than her

Natasha couldn’t stand those discussions anymore

was

heartless people were. At the same time,

she could,

did she have now after everything was stripped off from her

night, Bayside was glowing with neon lights. Natasha spent her remaining money on alcohol

after getting drunk, she could forget

giggling foolishly, imagining that she had

saw someone sitting on the steps

skinny as a skeleton and extremely pale, looking abjected with dark circles around his eyes. Similar to Natasha, he was drinking alcohol in large gulps and looked

“Richard! It’s you!”