Chapter 127

It was late January when they returned from St. Andrews

With St. Patrick’s Day approaching in March, Sinclair & Klein had granted a hang meskond.

The day Thalia returned from St. Andrews, she caught infinenza at the airport and fell. After redeg

all intravenous treatment at the hospital, she spent her days confined to bed, with Mary preparing and bringing her meals.

On St. Patrick’s Eve, Mary delivered lunch to Thalia’s room as usual.

Thalia coughed several times and wiped her nose with a tissue. “Mary, tomorrow’s Parks Day. You world finish up today and have the weekend off to celebrate with your family.”

Mary looked hesitant. “But you’re still poorly, love. Who’ll look after you if I’m not here!

“It’s just a nasty cold, nothing to fuss about.”

Mary suggested, “Perhaps I ought to take you to the Winters estate. I’d feel much better knowing your family’s looking after you.”

Randolph had called a few days earlier asking when she would be joining them for the holiday.

Thalia had originally planned to return home as soon as Sinclair & Klein closed for St. Patrick’s weekend, but this bout of influenza had been particularly severe. With Lucy at home and Randolph having recently been discharged from hospital, Thalia feared passing the virus to them and had postponed her return.

“I’d better not go back just yet,” Thalia replied. “I’ll pop round once I’ve recovered.”

Mary was concerned. “Will you be on your own tomorrow for St. Patrick’s Day? Why not come and spend the holiday with my family?”

Thalia shook her head. “Mary, don’t forget you’ve got elderly Mrs. Turner at home. What if I passed this on to her?”

Only then did Mary remember the frail elderly woman in her household. If someone like that caught influenza, it could be life–threatening. She scratched her head, “Well…”

“It’s fine, I can manage perfectly well.”

“If you’re quite sure…”

After lunch, Mary conducted a thorough cleaning, making every room at No. 1 Grosvenor Square spotless, then went shopping for holiday provisions.

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Having completed these tasks, Mary opened Thalia’s bedroom door. “I’ve done a bit of shopping, love. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and I’ve left some of those fancy biscuits you like on the coffee table.”

Thalia lay in bed, nestled under the duvet with only her head visible. “Thank you, Mary. You’ve been ever so kind.”

“I’m off now. Ring me if you need anything at all.”

“I will. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Mary.”

“And to you, love.”

After leaving the estate, Mary still worried about Thalia.

took out her phone

days since returning from the hospital, with no sign of improvement. She’s insisted I

alone.”

tighten.

to have caught that nasty flu that’s going round at the airport. She

“I understand.”

him of Thalia’s illness and

check on her.

Thalia was ill, Charlotte

you tell me you were ill? Are

huddled under her duvet, answered in a voice made hoarse by her cold, “Yes,

better.”

pop round later,

two days I’m almost recovered. I’ve just taken my medicine and plan to have a kip. I should

Charlotte replied with concern. “I’ll bring our family doctor to examine

there’s no need to

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daft. What are

later, Charlotte rang Thalia’s

of footsteps could be heard from inside.

door with weak, unsteady

in shock at the pale, sickly face that greeted her. “Bloody

responded with little energy. “I’m not seriously ill.”

“I’ve brought our family doctor. Let’s have

“All right.”

gave her an injection

tomorrow, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. “Tomorrow’s St. Patrick’s Day. You’ll be able to

St. Patrick’s Day.

people celebrated

slept until she naturally awoke.

her phone, she found several missed calls.

and her friends Emma

if she had recovered or

would return home for

will you be joining us for lunch? We’ll hold off

on her phone–it was eleven o’clock. There was still time to make it for lunch.

I’ll be

toward the Winters residence, she spotted the familiar Cullinan in the distance. Checking

True Heiress

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was adjacent to the Winters estate, so Thalia would inevitably pass

tightened, her heart filling with bitterness.

the main St. Patrick’s celebration

at the Winters estate was

with Yorkshire puddings, there was also Irish smoked salmon, Dublin Bay prawns, and

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