Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 191

Asher stood outside the door listening for a moment before deciding not to enter.

The sky was overcast, with a fine, persistent rain beginning to fall.

Walking to the hospital entrance, Asher gazed up at the oppressive sky, his thoughts drifting.

He and Thalia likely had no future together.

Andrew, his father, only fifty two years old, was about to leave this world.

When Asher was five, the scandal of Andrew’s illegitimate child had erupted. His mother had fought bitterly for divorce, but ultimately, under pressure from both families‘ elders, the marriage had endured.

At five, Asher was already forming lasting memories.

The painful ones had taken root in his heart.

He vividly remembered all the humiliation his mother had suffered, the image of her hiding in their room to cry. every argument between his parents, and the disgust that occasionally flickered in Andrew’s eyes.

He knew Andrew didn’t love his mother–and didn’t love him either.

Asher had never experienced paternal affection growing up.

Throughout his life, his relationship with Andrew had remained distant.

He had assumed he wouldn’t be affected when Andrew died.

Yet now that the moment approached, he discovered he wasn’t as indifferent as he’d expected.

Nearby, a middle–aged man hurried toward the hospital entrance, holding a small boy in one arm and an umbrella in the other.

Soon, the man reached Asher’s side.

At the hospital entrance, the man closed his umbrella and spoke softly to the child: “Don’t cry, love. Daddy’s taking you to see the doctor. You’ll feel better soon.”

Something twisted in Asher’s chest.

His gaze remained fixed on them, impossible to tear away.

The little boy seemed only a year or two old, so small and vulnerable.

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factory worker, the company name embroidered on his

man’s hands–rough, darkened by work, covered in calluses.

child with incredible tenderness, radiating profound paternal love.

marked by life’s hardships, showed nothing but concern and worry.

expression had rarely

that wasn’t entirely true.

had brought Malfoy back to England, begging

refused, not even allowing them

the door with Malfoy, refusing

weather that day had

and suffocating.

begun to fall.

his coat to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding

still been drenched, caught

worried expression had mirrored this father’s exactly.

silently, a dull ache spreading

man hurried inside

to the

women nearby blushed as they stole glances at him, whispering among themselves.

to

forward into

night, at

quietly, standing before Asher. “Tom Malfoy constructed

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a remote village in Chernov,

and Tom first settled when they arrived in Russia.

the folder.

contained numerous photographs–pictures of the small wooden cabin where they had

“This cabin was their home. Malfoy has maintained it all these

clean.”

Fiona’s death, the villagers cremated her. Malfoy collected some of her ashes and established a memorial. At the time, he lacked the resources to build a proper gravesite. The current memorial was constructed later–a cenotaph containing some of Fiona’s clothing

Malfoy traveled extensively over the years, Fiona’s ashes remained in the cabin, under constant guard. He returns every year on her birthday and death anniversary to pay his

a keen observer would

confirmed to be a

dark eyes