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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uniform of a factory worker,

man’s hands–rough, darkened by work,

the child with incredible tenderness,

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

had rarely appeared

that wasn’t entirely

year Andrew had brought Malfoy back to England, begging his parents to accept the boy into the family.

not even allowing them inside.

the door

day had been similar to today’s.

and

begun to fall.

to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding him

caught a chill, and developed a

mirrored this father’s exactly.

dull ache spreading

hurried inside

gaze to the curtain of rain before him.

young women nearby blushed as they stole glances at

remained oblivious to

stepped forward into the pouring rain.

at Asher’s

located Fiona Malfoy’s grave,” Lucas reported quietly, standing before Asher. “Tom Malfoy constructed

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memorial for her in a remote village in Chernov,

Fiona and Tom first settled when they arrived in Russia. They lived

opened the

numerous photographs–pictures of the small wooden cabin where they had lived, along with some old photographs of Tom

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

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

a keen observer would have noticed the cold, predatory gleam in his eyes.

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

ashes?” Asher inquired, his dark eyes swirling with