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?”

They were inseparable back then. Victoria was always visiting, though she lived in Surrey

she’d always brought pretty dresses and

when Victoria married her father. Though

an “aunt,” Thalia had never been able

stepmother now,” Thalia

end… Victoria visited your mother frequently at the hospital. I overheard

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“I need to know.”

She was terrified

your care.”

color. All these years of resentment, and it had been her mother’s

her like

tracing gentle circles on her palm. The simple gesture anchored her as her world

Pushing aside her emotional turmoil, Thalia

Wilson said warmly as they ate, “Mr. Blackwood here spent ages learning these recipes. Wouldn’t take no for an answer, he wouldn’t. Came by so often, always insisting on

cook.”

would you do that?” Thalia asked, turning