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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dark blue uniform of a factory worker, the company name embroidered

darkened by work,

child with incredible

marked by life’s hardships, showed nothing but concern

an expression had rarely appeared on Andrew’s

wasn’t entirely true.

England, begging his parents to accept the boy into

even allowing them

knelt at the door with Malfoy,

day had been

and

had begun to

coat to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding

drenched, caught a

worried expression had mirrored this

silently, a dull ache spreading through his chest.

man hurried inside with his

returned his gaze to the curtain

they stole glances at him, whispering

to

stepped forward into

at Asher’s compound.

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

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her in a remote village in Chernov,

Fiona and Tom first settled when they arrived

opened the folder.

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

maintained it all these years,

clean.”

After 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

years, Fiona’s ashes remained in the cabin, under constant guard. He returns every year on

deceptively casual, though a keen observer would

confirmed

inquired, his dark eyes swirling with indecipherable emotion.