Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 162

At the Blackwood family estate.

In the ground floor hall.

Catherine, upon hearing of Lucy’s safe return, finally showed a long–absent smile. “Thank goodness she’s back, that’s a relief.”

Andrew Blackwood’s brow relaxed as he asked, “What did the Winters family say?”

Asher’s expression remained unchanged, his demeanor calm as he replied, “Not much, really.”

Catherine paused. “I’ll visit Lucy tomorrow at the Winters‘ home. I’ll bring some proper gifts and apologize to Randolph and Victoria. After all, Lucy was kidnapped because of our family.”

Upon hearing this, Lady Blackwood snorted coldly, her mouth turned down in displeasure. “That’s hardly necessary. The girl has returned perfectly fine, hasn’t she? Nothing serious happened. Why act so subservient? Catherine, you are the lady of the Blackwood family. Your position and status are clear. You must remember that

represents the Blackwood family. Don’t do things that demean our position.” your every word and actio

Catherine frowned. “Mother, how is this demeaning? After such an incident, if we remain indifferent, that would be truly inappropriate.”

Asher said, “Grandmother, this kidnapping has caused Lucy severe psychological trauma. Her mental state is currently very poor.”

The implication was clear: Lucy had not returned “perfectly fine” at all, and the Blackwood family should take responsibility for what happened.

“Hmph,” Lady Blackwood’s eyes were full of displeasure. “She was just frightened, that’s all. Children are easily scared, it’s normal. She’ll be fine in a few days. No need to make such a fuss.”

Catherine’s brow furrowed as she looked from Lady Blackwood to Asher, appearing as if she wanted to speak but was hesitant.

Asher maintained his cool demeanor, seeming not to have heard Lady Blackwood’s sarcastic remarks. He simply turned to Catherine and said, “If you want to visit Lucy, you should contact Uncle Randolph or Victoria beforehand to ask their opinion. Lucy is currently receiving psychological treatment at home and may not be able to see visitors.”

Catherine nodded. “Of course.”

Seeing that she was being ignored, Lady Blackwood’s face darkened. “Asher, are you deliberately contradicting your grandmother?”

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Asher’s thin lips parted. “How could I possibly? If you, in your esteemed position, don’t wish to visit the Winters family, that’s your prerogative, I can’t dictate your actions, can 17”

“Do you genuinely not understand my meaning, or are you pretending not to? I forbid you from going to the Winters‘ home.” Lady Blackwood then turned to her daughter–in–law, Catherine. “And you are not to go either!”

looked

Grandmother…” Grace

said, “I have matters to attend to. I’ll

turned and left.

called after Asher’s retreating figure.

his behaviour!” Lady

and

“Calm down? If you didn’t vex me, would I

at a loss for words

Darjeeling, your favourite.” Grace lifted the

expression softening somewhat. “Grace is always so thoughtful.”

said

and since this incident

blind, acting as if he hadn’t heard anything. He

law firm meeting, Thalia

returned to her office to

after, there was a knock at the door.

Lysander appeared in the doorway. “Ms. Winters, may I

“Please,

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Rupert entered.

to find you. It’s become rather

biotechnology company whose CEO was an old friend of Randolph Winters. As soon as Winters & Associates opened. Solar had entrusted them with

involved complicated legal relationships and incomplete evidence, making

didn’t come to see you about the Solar

confusion flashing in her

you

“You

“You’ve been miles away. You might as well have

lips. “Is

“Frightfully so.”

obvious?”

lowered her eyelashes, speaking somewhat dejectedly. “There’s

home.”

concern. “May I

sister. Her mental state is rather poor right now,

psychologists in the country,”

already have a psychologist providing in–home “That won’t be necessary for now,” Thalia shook h treatment. Let’s see how effective it is first. If it doesn’t work