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.

Teresa at

the car door closed, the howling winter wind was shut

taking her hands in

young woman’s hands were

looked down at them, concerned. “Why on earth aren’t you wearing

freezing.”

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

massaging her hands. “Do remember to wear them next time,

a soft

the hospital

pushed open the door, Teresa was leaning against her bed, gazing

so deeply engrossed

come to see you,” Thalia placed her packages on the small table and

reality. She turned to look,

them: “Teresa, this is my

understanding, and she greeted him

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

effort to soften his tone, his lips curving into a gentle smile. “Hello there,

pressed her lips together,

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and sat by Teresa’s bedside.

girl looked increasingly pale and haggard, with

felt a painfully tight

a gift bag, her eyes crinkling with

girl’s eyes sparkled, her smile sweet, “I love it!

these past few days, they had become

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

took the beanie and immediately replaced the one she was wearing. After putting on the new hat, she looked at Thalia with hopeful

the young girl’s head, saying softly: “It looks absolutely

up his phone, gesturing to Thalia that

Thalia nodded.

left, only Thalia and Teresa remained in the room.

have something she wanted to say, hesitating several

subtle expressions. “Teresa, is there something you’d like

girl stammered: “Thalía, could you… could you possibly

Thalia was surprised.

eyes are red every time he visits. I know

washed over Thalia, her eyes involuntarily misting.

so lovely; with makeup, you’ll

appearing on her pale face. “Really?”

prickling with emotion. “I’ll bring my makeup kit when I visit tomorrow and give you

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be brilliant,” Teresa replied, her eyes

on the phone

we’ve received word from Russia that we’ve established contact with Mr. Talbot. They’ll

“Good.”

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