Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 37

“Miss Winters… little Thalia?” Mrs. Wilson emerged from the country house, her weathered face brightening with recognition. “Is it really you?”

“You know me?” Thalia asked, taken aback.

“Good heavens, look at you.” Mrs. Wilson’s eyes misted over. “The spitting image of your mother.”

Seeing Thalia’s bewilderment, Asher explained softly, “Mrs. Wilson was your mother’s cook at the Winters estate. Your mother learned all her signature dishes from her.”

“Those eyes,” Mrs. Wilson’s voice wavered with emotion. “Just like Lady Rosalind’s. I used to hold you as a baby, you know. Such a precious little thing you were.”

At the mention of her mother, Thalia felt the familiar ache in her chest, tears threatening. “I… I’m so pleased to meet you properly.”

They settled in Mrs. Wilson’s warm kitchen, where stories of Rosalind’s youth flowed freely over tea. Thalia learned how her mother – a privileged young woman who’d never set foot in a kitchen – had determinedly learned to cook to win her father’s heart.

The revelation shifted something in Thalia’s understanding of her parents‘ love story. She remembered how deeply in love they’d seemed during her childhood, how her father had fallen into depression after her mother’s death. The question that had haunted her for years surfaced again: if he’d loved her mother

so deeply, why remarry Victoria just two years later?

“Mrs. Wilson,” Thalia ventured carefully, “did you know Victoria Darwin?”

Cambridge? Oh yes, dear. They were inseparable back then. Victoria was always visiting, though she lived in Surrey so the visits weren’t as frequent

as a child – she’d always brought pretty dresses and treats. But

when Victoria married her father. Though Victoria had been

than she’d been as an “aunt,” Thalia had never

now,” Thalia said

Wilson fell silent, clearly weighing her next words. “Near the end… Victoria visited your mother frequently at the hospital. I overheard something one day, though perhaps I shouldn’t say…”

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Thalia urged softly. “I

promise that if he remarried, it would only be to Victoria. She was terrified of leaving you without a mother’s love, you see. She said she

your care.”

face drained of color. All these years

The truth struck her

hand found hers under the table, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her palm. The simple gesture anchored her as her world tilted on its

childhood memories. Pushing aside her emotional turmoil, Thalia managed a bright smile and praised

here spent ages learning these recipes. Wouldn’t

cook.”

do that?” Thalia asked, turning