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…”

for all cases. At least you’re good at playing piano and those awards from playing piano are genuine. All the Mitchell Family did was break the top three’s hands

he could finish his sentence, Natasha had stormed

wasting her time talking

was

live in a dorm with three other peasants and even asked her to clean the toilet? Would that ever happen? That was totally

because she indeed was good

only thing she was confident of herself because her piano skills

it and couldn’t wait a second longer to start playing it. But this time, her fingers were so stiff and

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 be beaten

to the scene. Seeing that it was Natasha, they pointed at her and

does she have the courage to play the piano with

Natasha. Can’t you

 is Natasha! The news said that

didn’t dare to say in the past. Two years ago, there was a knowledge competition and Natasha won the first. To be honest, the second and the third scored a lot higher than her but the student who should’ve won first was forced to

Natasha couldn’t stand those discussions anymore and dashed out in

was showered

how heartless people were. At the same time, she thoroughly understood how it felt to

could, she’d

did she have now after everything was stripped off from her including her

with neon lights. Natasha spent her

loved alcohol. It turned out that after getting drunk, she could forget about

the alcohol while giggling foolishly, imagining

on the steps

large gulps and looked down and out. Even worse, he seemed to be even more dejected than her and his arms were full of

“Richard! It’s you!”