Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 188

“Poisoned? Catherine was stunned, unable to believe her ears.

The doctor explained using complex medical terminology that Catherine struggled to comprehend.

When he simplified his explanation, Catherine finally understood.

Andrew had been poisoned with a slow acting toxin. The poison was water–soluble, colorless, and tasteless. Occasional small doses wouldn’t produce noticeable symptoms, but long–term exposure would eventually prove fatal as the poison infiltrated vital organs.

While Thalia remained in surgery, Andrew had been rushed into another emergency room.

The hospital issued a critical condition notice, which Catherine signed in a daze.

Certain details suddenly became painfully clear in her mind.

Andrew had been losing hair at an alarming.

recently, which she had noticed.

But she had dismissed it as a natural part of agin developing bald patches.

Most men his age experienced significant hair loss, some

I

His appetite had also been declining. Dark circles had appeared beneath his eyes, giving him a perpetually exhausted, haggard appearance.

Catherine had observed these changes but hadn’t particularly cared.

Her emotional connection to Andrew had been severed over twenty years ago when he had his affair. In the years since, their relationship hadn’t improved–they merely maintained a façade of stability.

Andrew himself had noticed his deteriorating health.

The business had been demanding lately. Although the elder Mr. Blackwood had transferred most authority to Asher, Andrew still retained his position as chairman of Blackwood Group.

It was, after all, the family business. As chairman, Andrew couldn’t avoid concerning himself with company

matters.

Like Catherine, he had attributed his hair loss to age and his lack of appetite, insomnia, and intermittent pain to

overwork and insufficient rest.

Andrew had planned to undergo a comprehensive medical examination once his schedule cleared, but his body had given out before that could happen.

-11. A Trin Hairass

99.5%

poisoning was a serious matter. Catherine called the elder tr. and

condition, Catherine promptly arranged

but blood work required facing when

came to the hospital for a medical examination

the World Economic Forum, and

possible?” Mr. Blackwood’s voice

her tone equally somber as she gripped her phone. “I don’t know. its usually eats at home, and Mother and I have had the same food without any issues. Only Andrew has been poisoned I suspect it might he connected to

Mr. Blackwood fell

Then:

he ordered

“I will.”

get away from the forum and fly back to London,” he continued. “I want to meet with Malfoy and

hearing Catherine’s suspicion of Grace, her

Blackwood glared at her, her voice edged with anger: “Don’t talk sur Grace was simply led astray, manipulated by Malfoy. She’s not inherently wicked–she couldn’t possibly poison Andrew. He’s her adoptive father, for heaven’s

naivety. “Mother, you’ve always been far too soft with Grace. She’s committed serious crimes, yet you still insist she’s ‘not inherently wicked? She was involved in murder and cover–ups–what makes you think

blood?”

Lady Blackwood shook her head vehemently. “Grace wouldn’t poison Andrew She simply wouldn’t!”

deep down, but she

muttering to herself, seemingly trying to convince

could the secage that the granddaught she had

martetote

ging Lady Blackwood cold glance before turning away without another

made her call

wonde face an

who had betrayed the family that had

doors to the emergency room

aged forward

how is

what’s

“Doctor, how’s my

looked on with tense concern, collectively holding their breath, hearts pounding–hoping for good news whole dreading the

through his exhausted features. “She’s out of danger. We’re transferring her to intensive

relief swept through the

glimmer of light,

closed his eyes briefly, then opened them to say with profound

others wept with joy, expressing their gratitude repeatedly.

man nearing fifty, had tears streaming down his reddened eyes, his voice choked with

nodded and

Asher gazed at her pale, unconscious form, and his

agony came in waves, utterly

99.79