After Falling for My Adopted Elder Brother1
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Phillips family. I fell in love with my foster brother when I was young.
However, my secret was exposed and I became the laughingstock of the elite circles.
My adoptive mother, who always treated me like her own, scolded me for being delusional and shameless.
Even my once-affectionate foster brother looked at me with disgust.
He sent me back to a remote village and left me with my aunt's family to discipline me.
Later, when he found out my cousin was using me as a cash cow to serve the village's old men and widowers, he was furious and lost his mind.
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It was my third year in Roberts Village.
Dylan finally remembered me.
He sent the butler to bring me back.
At the time, I was struggling to lift a bucket of pig slop to feed the pigs.
My aunt's family had over a dozen pigs. Every day, before dawn, I had to go to the fields to cut grass for them.
Then, I had to chop the mountain of grass into small pieces, cook it, and pour it into the troughs.
My hands were already calloused, and my arms were so sore that I could hardly lift them. But I couldn't stop to rest.