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.”

alone? Asher wasn’t with

hired nurse has been caring for her these past two days.

Grace replied, her mind already

townhouse after a long day’s work.

lights, a figure suddenly lunged forward. Instinctively,

a defensive

cried out in pain as she

released her. “How the bloody

arm. “The housekeeper let me in.”

her arm, she pointed toward the dining room. “You haven’t eaten

mily, had

to cook from an early age. Sometimes she would

Blackwood Sr.

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with two steaks, two glasses of

romantic candlelit dinner.

intentions couldn’t be more obvious.

have household staff to prepare meals. I don’t need you to cook for me. Besides, I’ve already eaten. And more importantly, you need to stop

Her lips trembled as tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Asher. I didn’t think this through properly. I just wanted

bit her lip, looking wounded. “Since you’ve already eaten,

began clearing the

candlelight, fragrant roses, wine–induced warmth,

while Thalia was

gaze fell on the

room and was

she had prepared in

the living

removed his jacket and draped it casually

tiredly rubbing his

Thalia.

Has my Lia gone to sleep?]

was no reply. It was

a slight

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Grace approached elegantly with a glass of wine. “Would you like some wine, Asher?”

his appreciation of fine wines. His home contained an impressive collection of valuable vintages, with an 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

thousands

of enjoying a small glass of wine to relax when tired, which Grace knew well.

glass and sat beside

he pushed her away by the shoulder.

verge of tears. “What’s wrong,

here again,” he replied coldly. “Give up these ridiculous