Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 113

The first light of dawn crept across the horizon, pale morning rays filtering through the window to fall gently upon Thalia’s face, illuminating her haggard, ashen features.

Thalia had remained by the window all night, slumped in the same position until dawn finally lulled her into fitful sleep. Her rest was fragmented, haunted by several dreams of Asher, each one jolting her awake throughout those precious few hours.

In her final dream, she saw Asher and Laurina standing before her, hands intertwined. Asher’s eyes sparkled with joy, his face radiating happiness as he told her he was getting married, asking her to attend the wedding.

Thalia had wept in her dream.

When she woke, tears still stained her cheeks.

Mary knocked softly from the hallway. “Miss Winters, are you awake? Lunch is ready.”

Thalia wiped away her tears and made her way to the door, pulling it open. “Mary, please go ahead without me. I need to shower and change before coming down.”

Mary’s eyes lingered on Thalia’s exhausted appearance and the dark shadows beneath her eyes. “Miss Winters, did you not sleep well last night?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Mary didn’t follow Twitter and knew nothing of Asher’s rumored affair, nor was she aware that the engagement between the Blackwood and Winters families had been dissolved. She simply believed Mr. Blackwood and Miss Winters were in a relationship–one where Mr. Blackwood deeply cared for Miss Winters, having specifically instructed Mary to look after her with particular attention. Seeing Thalia’s poor condition, she couldn’t help but express her concern.

Thalia was utterly spent.

She had managed only five hours of interrupted sleep.

“I’m perfectly fine, nothing to worry about,” she replied.

The housekeeper didn’t press further. “Right, you go have your shower then. I’ll keep everything warm–wouldn’t want it getting cold on you.”

“That’s very kind, thank you.”

“Not at all, Miss. Just doing my job.”

As Mary descended the stairs, Thalia closed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until she was sitting

on the floor.

Her phone displayed numerous missed calls and unread messages.

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She scrolled through them one by one. Nothing from Asher.

hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, and after a sleepless night, her body had reached its limits. She felt utterly drained, her

felt her

call came through.

It was Randolph.

mentioned sending a car for her today,

the concern and tenderness of

emotion, her eyelashes dampening again. “I’m fine, nothing serious,”

hoarse.

Randolph paused.

was clearly

her voice, he could tell she was far from fine. She obviously hadn’t slept well,

Bloody hell.

“Thalia, the press conference concluded this morning. We’ve officially announced the dissolution of the engagement. I’ve already sent a car to collect you. Once you’ve had

if to say something, but ultimately she remained silent, only managing a weak

I’ll speak to

needed space, Randolph ended the call after delivering his

exhausted, numb body to the bathroom,

dialed Asher’s

updates about Thalia, Asher had given Mary

Miss Winters. Her state has been rather concerning

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morning. When I called her just

remained silent for a moment, his voice rough when he finally spoke: “Try to get her to eat

you?”

said she’ll come down after her shower,” Mary replied, then added, “Miss Winters really doesn’t

lips tightened, his voice betraying his exhaustion. “No. Someone will be coming to take her

I see. Very

her shower, Thalia

the dishes to the table. “Miss Winters, these are all your favorites. You must be absolutely

Thalia replied without energy, her eyelids heavy. Her head throbbed painfully from severe

enjoy your meal. I’ll just go tidy

dishes on the table

and checked her phone for any WhatsApp messages or texts.

that Asher had instructed her to take good

immediately.

know what state she was in by

there still no word

stopped caring

bitter emptiness filling

Winters