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

man’s hands–rough, darkened

child with incredible tenderness,

showed nothing but

had rarely appeared on Andrew’s face.

wasn’t entirely

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

had refused, not even allowing

door

day had been

gloomy and suffocating.

had begun to fall.

Malfoy’s head, shielding him from the

still been drenched, caught

had mirrored this

ache spreading through his

inside

the curtain of

women nearby blushed as they stole glances at him, whispering

remained oblivious to their

forward into the pouring rain.

night, at

reported quietly,

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for her in a remote village

where Fiona and Tom first settled when they arrived in Russia. They lived there for five years, and Fiona died there.”

the folder.

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

“This cabin was their home. Malfoy has maintained it

clean.”

the caretaker, cremation is customary in that region. 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

cabin, under constant guard. He returns every year on her birthday

deceptively casual, though a keen observer would have noticed the

“Yes, it’s confirmed to

dark