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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the dark blue uniform of a factory worker,

hands–rough, darkened by work, covered in calluses.

held the child with incredible tenderness, radiating

life’s hardships, showed nothing but concern

an expression had rarely appeared on Andrew’s face.

that wasn’t entirely

had brought Malfoy back to England, begging his parents to accept the boy

refused, not even allowing

knelt at the door with Malfoy, refusing to

weather that day had been similar

gloomy and suffocating.

begun

removed his coat to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding him from

had still been drenched, caught a chill,

mirrored this

silently, a dull ache spreading through

hurried inside

gaze to the curtain of rain before him.

they stole glances at

remained oblivious to their

forward into the pouring

at

quietly, standing before Asher.

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in a remote village in Chernov,

was where Fiona and Tom first settled when they arrived in Russia. They lived there for five

the

of the small wooden cabin where they had lived, along with

their home. Malfoy has maintained it all these years, employing

clean.”

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

guard. He returns every year on her birthday and death

examined?” Asher asked, his tone deceptively casual, though a keen observer would have noticed the

nodded. “Yes, it’s confirmed to be a cenotaph.”

ashes?” Asher inquired, his dark eyes swirling with