"My brother had a habit of drinking and going to brothels," the woman muttered in a low and almost ashamed voice. "That night, he was too drunk and went to one of the brothels. But my father refused to pay for him."
Olivia didn't interrupt but she already knew what was coming. Her hands clenched around her dress. She just waited, watching the woman fidget with the hem of her dress, hoping to not continue it. But she did not have a choice.
"He got angry and fought with my father. Saying it was unfair and he just wanted to have some fun," she whispered. "Then I was going to placate her at the request of my mother. But before I could talk to him, I heard all of them talking. one of his friends laughed and said he knew a perfect girl who wouldn't ask for money. That she would agree if they insisted. Then all of them left and I could not hear anymore."
