Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

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

Miss Winters has been rather poorly. She’s been bedridden for two days since returning from the hospital, with no sign of improvement. She’s

alone.”

tighten.

explained, “She seems to have caught that nasty flu that’s going round at

“I understand.”

him of Thalia’s illness

check on her.

Charlotte called her

you tell me you were ill? Are you on your own at home now?”

a voice made hoarse by her cold, “Yes, it’s just a cold. I’m nearly

better.”

pop round later, is that alright?”

treatment a couple of days ago. The doctor prescribed medication, and after two days I’m almost recovered. I’ve just taken my medicine

dreadful. You don’t sound nearly recovered to me,” Charlotte replied with concern.

there’s no need to trouble

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later, Charlotte rang Thalia’s doorbell

faint sound of footsteps could be

the door with weak,

gasped in shock at the pale, sickly face that greeted her. “Bloody hell, Thalia, you look

responded with little energy.

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

“All right.”

gave her an injection

should be better by tomorrow, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. “Tomorrow’s St. Patrick’s Day. You’ll be able to properly enjoy the

St. Patrick’s Day.

of London were awash with green, as people celebrated with parades and festivities throughout

she

found several

and her friends Emma and Charlotte.

or

returned Randolph’s call, saying she would return home for the celebration.

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

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

I’ll be there.”

the estate toward the Winters residence, she spotted the familiar Cullinan

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estate, so Thalia would inevitably pass the Blackwood property on

the steering wheel tightened, her heart filling with bitterness.

main St. Patrick’s celebration would be held in

lunch at the Winters estate was also a lavish

roast beef with Yorkshire puddings, there was also Irish smoked salmon, Dublin Bay