Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 225

---- Chapter 223 The sky seemed to split open as torrential rain poured down. Under the eaves, water droplets formed a continuous curtain, blurring visibility. The village had no paved roads, only muddy paths. Rain mixed with soil created slippery mud pits. Each step required tremendous effort to pull your foot free, making forward progress incredibly difficult. Manon's husband had gone to the town market that morning and returned completely soaked, his shoes caked in yellow mud.

He handed the fresh ground beef and pork ribs he'd bought to Manon, casually placed his umbrella under the eaves, and went to change his shoes by the wall. Manon took the groceries to the kitchen, then came back to Thalia. "You should stay a few more days. It's too dangerous to travel in this weather, and the roads are terrible." ---- Thalia stood under the eaves, frowning as she stared into the endless rain.

heavy rain." Thalia gazed at the downpour with concern. Manon reassured her, "Don't worry. Though our home is modest, we'll make sure you're comfortable. Wait here-T'll cook those ribs and make some spicy beef chili for you." Thalia

showing no signs of stopping. Soon, the weather service issued a red alert for the

the living room, kitchen, and storage. Thalia put on a jacket and left the room. At the top of the stairs, she heard Manon and her husband's voices from below. "Hurry, water's coming in! Stack