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 name embroidered on his chest.

hands–rough, darkened by work,

weathered hands held the child with incredible tenderness, radiating profound

life’s hardships, showed

expression had rarely

wasn’t entirely true.

Malfoy back to England, begging his parents to accept

even allowing them inside.

door with Malfoy,

that day had been similar to today’s.

gloomy and suffocating.

begun to fall.

to cover Malfoy’s head, shielding him from the

had still been drenched, caught a chill, and developed a

expression had mirrored this father’s

a dull ache spreading

inside with

the curtain of rain before

they stole glances

oblivious to

stepped forward into the pouring rain.

night, at Asher’s compound.

quietly, standing before Asher. “Tom

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in a remote village

settled when they arrived in Russia. They lived there for five years, and

the folder.

small wooden cabin where they had lived, along with some

has maintained it all these years, employing locals to

clean.”

that region. After Fiona’s death, the villagers cremated her. Malfoy collected some of her ashes and established a memorial. At the time, he

under constant guard. He

a keen

it’s confirmed to

Fiona’s ashes?” Asher inquired, his dark eyes swirling with indecipherable