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.

a distance. Thalia saw her father smoking, grief

seen him look so desolate, but when he spotted

thought she’d imagined it.

rough

a

Randolph cooked

family gathered around the table in apparent harmony as Thalia, wearing a paper crown, made her birthday wish and blew out her candles.

came during dessert.

Rosalind lifted a forkful of cake,

own cake falling to the

arms, voice breaking, “Darling, don’t do

right now.”

housekeeper frantically called 999 while Thalia stood

had this happened? Everything had been fine moments ago. Why was Mum suddenly so

the doctors said she could

Wasn’t she better?

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arrived quickly

Thalia saw her mother looking

to form words, she mouthed something Thalia could

“I’m sorry”

burst into tears, running out into

don’t go…”

had to leave immediately, not waiting for

it until it disappeared from view.

Rosalind passed away,

stayed with her through the night,

didn’t know this at the time.

snow, and their housekeeper had carried her home.

night. Thalia burned with fever, crying out

her her mother was gone.

couldn’t bear to see her mother’s body at the hospital. She couldn’t face the reality of

shell.

see it, her mother was still alive, just away

bright woman who lit up rooms with her smile lived on forever.

clutching the ceramic Beagle, refusing

The light left his eyes, his hair grayed rapidly, and he

later diagnosed with

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had believed he would never remarry–he’d loved her mother to deeply, how could

another?

later, he married her

moving into her boarding school dorm immediately. Even during