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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a factory worker, the company

darkened by work, covered

these weathered hands held the child with incredible tenderness, radiating profound paternal love.

life’s hardships, showed nothing

expression had rarely appeared on

that wasn’t

back to England, begging his parents

not even allowing them inside.

door with Malfoy, refusing to leave.

weather that day had

gloomy and suffocating.

had begun to

removed his coat to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding

Malfoy had still been drenched, caught a chill, and developed a fever.

worried expression had mirrored

silently, a dull ache spreading through

hurried inside

gaze to the curtain of rain

few young women nearby blushed as they

to their

stepped forward into the pouring

night, at Asher’s

Fiona Malfoy’s grave,” Lucas reported quietly, standing before

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handed Asher a document folder. “This village was where Fiona and Tom first settled when they arrived in Russia. They lived there

the

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

has maintained it all these years, employing locals to keep it

clean.”

and established a memorial. At the

in the cabin, under constant guard. He returns every year on her birthday and death anniversary to pay his

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

it’s confirmed to

dark eyes swirling with indecipherable