Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

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For several days following the family dinner incident, Asher did return to the Backordmang

Lady Blackwood Sr. called him numerous times. Initially, he answered, asking her why she was trying

Thalia.

Lady Blackwood explained her reasoning, claiming that Thalia had Beam ofcimizing her presus granddaughter Grace.

Asher explained that the situation was nothing like what Grace had described, but Lady Blackout wouldn’t listen. She firmly believed that Asher had been bewitched by Thalia and refused to belle fr sweet granddaughter Grace would lie.

When communication proved futile, Asher ended the call. He didn’t answer any of Lady Blackwood’s subsequent calls over the following days.

During this time, Lady Blackwood Jr. also phoned to attempt reconciliation Upon learning that her adopted daughter had been stirring up trouble, she felt somewhat displeased with Grace.

Grace continued to fan the flames in the old lady’s ear, attributing numerous “offences to Thalla, one of which was driving a wedge between Asher and his grandmother, causing discord in the Blackbrood family.

Lady Blackwood Sr., who had initially harboured only mild discontent toward Thalia, now thoroughly detested her prospective granddaughter–in–law after Grace’s instigation.

Monday morning, Thalia was awakened by her alarm. She struggled to open her eyes, preparing to get up for work, but felt a bone–deep chill throughout her body. Her head was pounding unbearably, and she couldn’t stop coughing. When she took her temperature, it registered a concerning 39°C (102.2°F).

The flu had been making its rounds recently, and she had unfortunately caught it.

Thalía called in sick to work and responsibly checked herself into hospital for treatment.

After completing the hospital admission procedures, Thalía considered informing Asher but remembered he was dealing with a difficult project recently, working late into the night. She decided

She didn’t want Asher to worry.

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She was an adult, perfectly capable of taking care of herself. It was just a minor flu–there was no need to

trouble Asher.

Thalia arranged for a private nurse and domestic help.

Initially, the flu had made her voice hoarse, but after receiving IV medications and taking two rounds of oral medicine, her voice returned to normal. When Asher called, she was able to conceal her condition.

“Thalia Winters is actually in hospital?” Grace couldn’t hide her delight when she received a call from her friend Olivia Spencer.

Olivia confirmed: “Absolutely true. I was visiting a friend at the hospital yesterday and happened to see

her completing admission paperwork.”

“Was she alone? Asher

works at the hospital, and she found out that a hired nurse

see,” Grace replied, her mind already formulating a plan.

his townhouse after a long day’s

figure suddenly lunged forward. Instinctively, Asher

a defensive hold.

Grace cried out in

“How the bloody hell did you

her arm. “The housekeeper let

the dining room. “You haven’t eaten

mily, had

learned to cook from an early age. Sometimes she would personally prepare meals to please

Blackwood Sr.

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the dining room. The table was set with two steaks, two glasses of red wine,

romantic candlelit

intentions couldn’t be more

across Asher’s face. “Why would you turn up here unannounced? We have household staff to prepare meals. I don’t need you to cook for me. Besides, I’ve already

in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Asher. I

looking wounded. “Since you’ve already eaten, I’ll clear all

clearing

two of them dining together–flickering candlelight, fragrant roses, wine–induced warmth, everything

while

on the

room and

powder she had prepared in advance and mixed it into the red

the living room.

draped it

bent, tiredly rubbing his temples as he took out

Thalia.

home. Has my Lia gone to

was eleven o’clock–she

felt a slight

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moment, Grace approached elegantly with a glass

entire wall of the ground floor dedicated to a wine cellar. Each bottle was worth thousands or tens of thousands of pounds, with some exceptional ones valued in the hundreds

thousands

glass of wine to

and sat

by the shoulder. “You

on the verge of tears. “What’s wrong,

coldly. “Give up these ridiculous ideas of yours.”