Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 100

Drake reached toward James. “Let me see that.”

James handed over his phone.

Drake clutched the device, watching the birthday video over and over, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Trump’s face darkened with anger. “Looking at you like this makes my blood boil! Pull yourself together!”

Margaret pulled at his arm. “Our son is lying here after trying to kill himself, and you’re making things worse? What do you mean, ‘pull yourself together‘? Wasn’t he the one who secured that investment for your company? Without Drake, your company would have gone bankrupt by now!”

Trump maintained his rigid expression without responding further. He gave Drake one long, penetrating look before turning and walking out.

Sienna, watching Drake obsessively replaying Thalia’s video like a man possessed, couldn’t bear to stay any longer and also left.

“Honey, you need to forget about that woman,” Margaret wiped away her tears, her voice breaking. “I’ll introduce you to someone much better.”

James sighed deeply. “Drake, come on man, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why fixate on just one? I can hook you up with anyone you want.”

Drake stared at the video vacantly, saying nothing.

Mason shook his head helplessly. “Let’s give him some space. He needs time alone.”

“No way!” Margaret objected. “I’m not leaving him by himself again! What if he tries to kill himself again?”

Teresa’s bone marrow transplant was successful. She showed no signs of rejection, and her life was no longer in danger. Thalia could finally turn her attention to other matters.

These past few days, she had been busy preparing case materials and attending court.

After learning about Drake’s desperate suicide attempt, Thalia no longer felt safe staying at her Tribeca flat.

Asher had purchased a new apartment for her at Pan Peninsula in Canary Wharf, about four miles from her law firm–not too far, making for a convenient commute.

That Saturday, Thalia hired a housekeeper to pack her belongings and called a moving company.

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As the last suitcase was being carried out, Drake emerged from the lift.

He looked deathly pale, with sunken eyes and dark circles beneath them. He appeared utterly haggard, having lost a

of

movers carrying out luggage and

“You’re moving out?”

merely nodded without saying anything. As she stepped toward the

her wrist.

bother you anymore. Please don’t move away.

gaze to Drake’s hand, her voice

his

forcefully to pull away.

his hold.

Thalia cried

released her immediately, as if he’d been

eyes. “I’m so sorry, Thalia. I didn’t mean to–I just… I just don’t want you to

never go back to the

seemed to remember something. She turned back, looking directly into Drake’s eyes. “I heard about your suicide attempt. Drake, if you’re truly this unstable, I can only be grateful that I left you, not touched that you supposedly love me so

again. I don’t want a

the

rooted to the spot, replaying Thalia’s parting words in his

said, “Don’t try anything

mean she still cared about him?

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witherther the lived or died. She didn’t want him to devalue his own

Drake’s eyes reddemed

knew in–Thalia couldn’t be so cold–hearted.

was still hope.

had bought for Thalia was in the prestigious Pan Peninsula complex at Canary Wharf. offering spectacular views of the Thames

see the vast riverscape and the impressive London skyline.

furnished with top–quality appliances, and the interior design matched

directed the movers as they placed her

and appliances at her Tribeca flat, bringing only her personal items to the

and enjoyed a restful

that Drake was developing psychological issues.

that

Mason visited, he often heard Drake talking to himself. Listening carefully, he realized Drake was having conversations with “Thalia“-an imaginary version

on Drake’s shoulder. “Dude, you’re seriously freaking me

to hear him, continuing his conversation with the imaginary “Thalia,” seemingly

at the table, saying Thalia would be joining

strongly urged Drake to see

adamantly refused, insisting there was nothing wrong with his mental state.