Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 190

After visiting his son in the hospital, the elder Mr. Blackwood invited two senior police officials and the detective leading Andrew’s poisoning investigation to the family home that same evening.

In the Blackwood family’s reception room, the three visitors greeted Mr. Blackwood with simultaneous, respectful

“Sir.”

Though holding considerable influence, the elder Mr. Blackwood had never been one to stand on ceremony. He nodded slightly and gestured for them to sit. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

The reception room was spacious, with a rectangular rosewood table at its center, adorned with blue–and–white porcelain tea sets.

Mr. Blackwood sat in the middle, facing the three men, with Asher seated to his right.

The visitors didn’t immediately sit down, instead turning to acknowledge Asher with a respectful “Mr. Blackwood.”

After Asher’s courteous response, the three men finally seated themselves opposite Mr. Blackwood. They briefly introduced themselves before reporting on the case’s progress.

Since returning to London, the elder Mr. Blackwood had been thoroughly briefed on his son’s situation.

The police had already gathered considerable evidence.

The lead investigator, Detective Ronald Golfin, a serious man in his forties, began his report: “According to Mrs. Blackwood, Grace Bennett is our primary suspect. We learned that when Miss Bennett was still the Blackwoods‘ adoptive daughter, she regularly prepared health tonics for Mr. Andrew Blackwood. Also, Mr. Blackwood habitually drank black coffee every morning without fail. We focused our investigation along these two lines and have uncovered significant evidence.”

Detective Golfin handed two reports to the elder Mr. Blackwood.

“These are the analysis results from Mr. Blackwood’s coffee cup and the enamel cooking pot regularly used in the

household.”

The elder Mr. Blackwood’s brow furrowed as he examined the reports.

Concerned that the technical terminology might be difficult to understand, Detective Golfin explained in simpler terms: “The toxin detected in the enamel pot matches the poison found in Mr. Blackwood’s system, which strongly suggests his regular meals were being poisoned.”

“The enamel cookware has unique properties–during high–temperature cooking, especially when preparing soups, toxins can permeate the material. Even thorough washing won’t remove all traces. However, Mr. Blackwood’s morning coffee was cold–brewed, and glass doesn’t absorb toxins as readily. After washing, virtually no residue remains, which explains why the coffee cup tests showed normal results.”

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that Miss

listened, the elder Mr. Blackwood’s frown deepened. “What does Grace

Detective Golfin replied.

he added: “According to Mrs. Blackwood, the detained suspect Tom Malfoy may have direct connections to this poisoning case. We’ve questioned Malfoy as well, but

the household security

obscuring any potential tampering with the food. Nothing unusual was detected near the

else…” Detective Golfin hesitated, looking toward the elder Mr. Blackwood.

man raised his

Mrs. Blackwood about Malfoy and Miss Bennett’s motive for murder,” Detective Golfin said cautiously, “she indicated that only you could provide that information, as she didn’t feel it was her

Mr. Blackwood’s

moment of silence, he began speaking slowly, revealing the essential details of the troubled history between Andrew and Malfoy’s mother.

officers had heard their share of high–society scandals, but hearing such intimate family secrets directly

listening intently

gravely: “I share Catherine’s assessment that Grace Bennett is the most likely suspect.”

officers nodded in agreement.

pursue this investigation with the utmost diligence,” Detective Golfin assured him respectfully.

his son in the hospital with so little time left, the elder Mr. Blackwood’s eyes filled with sorrow, his voice betraying his grief and

least, Andrew deserved to know who had poisoned him before

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officers nodded solemnly, responding in unison:

cold and resolute: “I’ll have my people assist with the investigation.”

days in intensive

announced that visitors would

to 3:00 PM daily, allowing for a

to see Thalia, but Randolph adamantly refused to

push the issue.

mortal danger–this latest incident nearly proving fatal–he too

understood, the pain remained

past few days had been utterly

from death’s door when his father’s poisoning came