For Hannah, the past few months felt like an eternity.


    As the eldest daughter-inw of the Wilson family, she had never truly known sorrow or despair until now. During the heyday of the Wilson family, Hannah lived a life of luxury and ease.


    While she couldn’t im to have lived a life fit for royalty, her previous lifestyle was certainlyfortable. Therefore, being reduced to working in the coal mine day and night felt like descending into a personal hell.


    Despite her circumstances, Hannah still managed to live morefortably than many others sent to the coal mine alongside her.


    The menbored for fifteen to sixteen hours each day, struggling with insufficient food and inadequate clothing, their bodies gaunt from relentless toil.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Ethel, known for her deceitful nature, shared in the misery. Unattractive and overlooked by the supervisor, her work hours mirrored those of the men, offering her little relief.


    Hannah, however, enjoyed a slightly better situation. As a once-wealthydy, her beauty set her apart and offered her some advantages. Despite her age, she retained an elegant charm that caught the supervisor’s eye.


    Reluctantly, she became the supervisor’s mistress, using her allure to secure a marginally morefortable existence.


    This arrangement allowed her to work less, enjoy longer breaks, and dine on slightly better meals than her fellow workers.


    Yet, even with these small favors, Hannah’s life was a struggle.


    The supervisor, despite his authoritative position, was an unrefined, illiterate man from the countryside. His neglect of personal hygiene was appalling; he would sometimes go weeks without bathing.


    In exchange for her slightly improved living conditions, Hannah had no choice but to endure his presence, despite the disgust it often invoked in her.


    After spending the night with him, she would emerge from the brick house looking disheveled, a stic basin in hand.


    Though the supervisor had little interest in bathing himself, he demanded that Hannah wash his feet every day. The water in her basin would turn murky and ck with each washing.


    Tears of sorrow often streamed down Hannah’s cheeks as she thought of his foul-smelling feet.


    To make matters worse, the supervisor preferred rough intimacy, leaving her body sore and aching after their encounters.<fne838> Discover more novels at Find★Novel</fne838>


    Once smooth and delicate, her skin was now rough and grimy from the dusty coal mine.


    This was nothing short of a living nightmare. Hannah often wondered if she would ever escape this wretched ce.


    Carrying the basin, she made her way to the boiler room. On her path, she encountered Ethel and her family, who wereboring to haul baskets of coal to the pile.


    Ethel shot her a look filled with hatred and jealousy.


    In Ethel’s eyes, if it hadn’t been for Hannah’s scheming against ine, she wouldn’t have ended up trapped in this dreadful situation.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>