Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 14

The day Rosalind left the hospital, the snow had just cleared, leaving the trees along Harley Street crystalline with frost under a pristine blue sky.

Randolph drove to collect her himself. The couple sat in silence, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words.

Young Thalia sat in the back, drawing pictures on the foggy window, her heart light with joy.

Mum was finally coming home.

She drew their family of three on the window, her face bright with happiness.

Seeing the drawing, Rosalind’s eyes filled with tears. She turned away quickly, composing herself before managing a smile. “Your birthday’s coming up, darling. What would you like?”

Still drawing. Thalia answered brightly, “I’d love a Beagle figurine, Mum.”

“A Beagle?” Rosalind’s voice was gentle. “Like… a real dog?”

“No, no,” Thalia shook her head. “It’s a ceramic one. Victoria says there’s this lovely pottery studio in Marylebone where we can paint our own. She and James went last week and made the sweetest figures.”

Rosalind smiled softly. “Then that’s what we’ll do, darling.”

On Thalia’s twelfth birthday, snow fell over London.

Mother and daughter walked hand in hand into the studio, where they’d pre–ordered an unpainted Beagle figure. The owner brought out their piece, and they began painting together.

It was their first collaborative art project.

The result delighted Thalia–her Beagle looked even lovelier than the sample.

They left for the patisserie nearby.

Walking through the falling snow, Rosalind carrying a cake box in one hand and holding Thalia’s hand with the other, she suddenly stopped. She turned to look at her daughter, love and longing in her eyes.

“Thalia, darling, I love you. So very, very much.” Her voice was soft, almost lost in the winter wind.

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Thalia’s nose was pink from the cold.

Her mother often expressed her love, so she noticed nothing unusual. “I love you too, Mum!”

Rosalind’s eyes welled up again.

Her precious girl was only twelve. How would she manage without her mother?

She turned away quickly, continuing their walk before Thalia could see her tears.

They crossed through the busy streets to the car park where Randolph waited.

saw her father smoking, grief etched on

seen him look so desolate, but when

she’d imagined

stubbed out his cigarette, voice rough as

a soft “mm.”

Randolph cooked dinner

little family gathered around the table in apparent harmony as Thalia, wearing a paper crown, made her birthday

came

Rosalind lifted a forkful of cake,

horror, her own cake falling to the floor, staining her

voice breaking, “Darling, don’t do this.

right now.”

999 while Thalia stood paralyzed, mind blank.

been fine moments ago. Why was Mum suddenly so

said she

Wasn’t she better?

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ambulance arrived quickly

Rosalind, Thalia saw her mother looking back tearfully, trying to speak,

to form words, she mouthed

“I’m sorry”

into tears, running out into

don’t go…”

immediately, not waiting for

until it disappeared from

Rosalind passed

through the night, weeping uncontrollably,

this at the

fallen in the snow, and their housekeeper had carried

night. Thalia burned with fever, crying out for her mother

woke, they told her her

to see her mother’s body at the hospital.

shell.

told herself that as long as she didn’t see it, her mother was

woman who lit up rooms with her smile lived on

Beagle, refusing food and crying silently when she

a decade overnight. The light left his eyes, his hair grayed rapidly, and he had

was later diagnosed with clinical depression.

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would never remarry–he’d loved her

another?

years later, he married her mother’s best friend.

her boarding school dorm immediately. Even during holidays, she’d shut herself in her room, refusing to speak to them.