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.

out her phone and called

hospital, with

alone.”

felt his heart tighten. “What’s

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

“I understand.”

James, informing him of Thalia’s illness and asking

check on her.

Charlotte called her

you were ill? Are you on your own at home

her duvet, answered in a voice made hoarse by

better.”

pop round later,

Charlotte. I went to hospital for IV treatment a couple of days ago. The doctor prescribed medication, and after two days I’m almost recovered. I’ve just taken my medicine and plan to have a kip. I should be right as rain when I wake

don’t sound nearly recovered to me,” Charlotte replied

need to

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be daft. What are friends for?”

hour later, Charlotte rang Thalia’s doorbell

the faint sound of footsteps could be heard from

door with

face that greeted her. “Bloody

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

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

“All right.”

the doctor gave her an injection and prescribed

a sigh of relief. “Tomorrow’s St. Patrick’s Day. You’ll be able to properly enjoy the

St. Patrick’s Day.

green, as people celebrated with parades and festivities throughout the

until she

phone, she found

Randolph, Victoria, and her friends Emma

were all asking if she had recovered or wishing her a happy St.

she would return home for the celebration.

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

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

be there.”

residence, she spotted the familiar Cullinan in the distance.

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Thalia

wheel tightened, her

to tradition, the main St. Patrick’s celebration would be

at the Winters estate was also a lavish

Thalia’s favorite home–cooked dishes like shepherd’s pie and roast beef with Yorkshire puddings, there was also Irish smoked salmon, Dublin Bay prawns, and freshly shucked oysters.