Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Asher’s lips tightened into a straight line, his eyes down,stions

He remained silent, his thoughts his own.

After a pause, the Blackwood patriarch continued gravely “Aater, remedy this we bring morg

o happen again. You are the only heir of the Blackwood family, fort sacrifice you ult for a mom, we

Asher’s hands, hanging at his sides, tightened almost imperceptibly. His eyes donded with king, indecipherable as he replied solemnly: “1 understand.”

The patriarch then addressed Andrew: “From now on, as long as Aster’s actions don’t violate our family code or the law, don’t interfere with him.”

Andrew was internally fuming.

He was still in his prime, yet family power and business were being transferred directly from his father to Rés som Asher, bypassing him entirely.

He might be seething, but he dared not voice any objection in his father’s presence.

Besides, the root of this trouble was his own illegitimate son.

If he had controlled his urges back then, none of this would have happened.

He had no right to dispute anything, however displeased or unwilling he might be.

Andrew consoled himself with the thought that at least the power remained with his son, not some outsider.

“I understand,” he acknowledged.

The cold front arrived.

Temperatures suddenly dropped below freezing, and London experienced its first snowfall of the winter.

Winter days grew dark early, and by the time Thalia left Sinclair & Klein, night had fully descended.

Snowflakes fell gently, appearing even more romantic under the glow of the city lights.

Thalia stood at the roadside, extending her hand to catch a few snowflakes.

The biting north wind cut to the bone. Thalia pulled her scarf tighter, her warm breath turning to white mist in the

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cold air.

Asher’s Maybach was parked by the roadside,

Thalia walked toward it.

Asher had already stepped out and was walking briskly toward her.

arranged to visit Teresa

car door closed, the howling winter wind was shut out.

back seat, taking

hands were

“Why on earth aren’t you wearing gloves? Your hands are

freezing.”

sniffled. “It was hardly worth it for such a short walk.”

no excuse,” Asher said, massaging her hands. “Do remember to wear them next time, won’t you?”

a soft “Mmm.”

the hospital

the door, Teresa was leaning against her bed, gazing absently at the heavy

deeply engrossed that she didn’t notice Thalia and

placed her packages on

Teresa snap back to reality. She turned to look, her gaze lingering on Asher’s

“Teresa, this is my boyfriend,

she greeted him in a sweet, clear voice:

repeated instructions to smile when meeting the young girl, rather than appearing cold and

his tone, his lips curving

lips together, shyly averting

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sat

haggard, with sunken eye

tight sensation in her chest,

distress, she took out a fluffy cream–colored beanie from a gift bag, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Teresa, this is a gift from

eyes sparkled, her smile sweet, “I love it! Thank you, Thalia.”

these past few days, they had become

Thalia as “Ms. Winters,” but affectionately called her by

was wearing. After putting on the new hat, she looked at

to gently stroke the young girl’s head, saying softly: “It looks absolutely darling on

held up his phone, gesturing to Thalia that he needed to

Thalia nodded.

left, only Thalia and Teresa remained in the

something she

her subtle expressions. “Teresa, is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“Thalía, could you… could you possibly help me

Thalia was surprised.

deteriorates each day. My brother’s eyes are red

washed over Thalia, her eyes

course I can, sweetheart. You’re already so lovely; with makeup, you’ll

dimples appearing on her pale face. “Really?”

“I’ll bring my makeup

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be brilliant,” Teresa replied, her eyes crinkling with joy.

was on the phone with Lucas,

Mr. Talbot. They’ll

“Good.”

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