Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 127 It was late January when they returned from St. Andrews With St. Patrick's Day approaching in March, Sinclair & Klein had granted a hang meskond.

The day Thalia returned from St. Andrews, she caught infinenza at the airport and fell. After redeg all intravenous treatment at the hospital, she spent her days confined to bed, with Mary preparing and bringing her meals.

On St. Patrick's Eve, Mary delivered lunch to Thalia's room as usual.

Thalia coughed several times and wiped her nose with a tissue. "Mary, tomorrow's Parks Day. You world finish up today and have the weekend off to celebrate with your family." Mary looked hesitant. "But you're still poorly, love. Who'll look after you if I'm not here! "It's just a nasty cold, nothing to fuss about." Mary suggested, "Perhaps I ought to take you to the Winters estate. I'd feel much better knowing your family's looking after you." Randolph had called a few days earlier asking when she would be joining them for the holiday.

Thalia had originally planned to return has soon as Sinclair & Klein closed for St. Patrick's weekend, but this bout of influenza had been particularly severe. With Lucy at hand Randolph having recently been discharged from hospital, Thalia feared passing the virus to them and had postponed her return.

"I'd better not go back just yet," Thalia replied. "I'll pop round once I've recovered." Mary was concerned. "Will you be on your own tomorrow for St. Patrick's Day? Why not cand spend the holiday with my family?" Thalia shook her head. "Mary, don't forget you've got elderly Mrs. Turner at home. What if I passed this on to her?" Only then did Mary remember the frail elderly woman in her household. If someone like that caught influenza, it could be life-threatening. She scratched her head, “Well..." "It's fine, I can manage perfectly well." "If you're quite sure...” After lunch, Mary conducted a thorough cleaning, making every room at No. 1 Grosvenor Square spotless, then went shopping for holiday provisions.

98.4% Chapter 127 Having completed these tasks, Mary opened Thalia's bedroom door. “I've done a bit of shopping, love. There's plenty of food in the fridge and I've left sof those fancy biscuits you like on the coffee table.” Thalia lay in bed, nestled under the duvet with only her head visible. "Thank you, Mary. You've been ever so kind." "I'm off now. Ringif you need anything at all.” "I will. Happy St. Patrick's Day, Mary." "And to you, love." After leaving the estate, Mary still worried about Thalia.

She took out her phone and called Asher.

"Mr. Blackwood, Miss Winters has been rather poorly. She's been bedridden for two days since returning from the hospital, with no sign of improvement. She's insisted I take the holiday off, but I'm concerned about leaving her alone." Asher felt his heart tighten. "What's wrong with her?" Mary explained, "She seems to have caught that nasty flu that's going round at the airport. She fell ill immediately upon returning." "I understand." After hanging up, Asher immediately called James, informing him of Thalia's illness and asking if Charlotte could check on her.

Upon hearing Thalia was ill, Charlotte called her right away.

"Thalia, why on earth didn't you tellyou were ill? Are you on your own at hnow?" Thalia, huddled under her duvet, answered in a voice made hoarse by her cold, “Yes, it's just a cold. I'm nearly better." "I'll pop round later, is that alright?" "There's no need, Charlotte. I went to hospital for IV treatment a couple of days ago. The doctor prescribed medication, and after two days I'm almost recovered. I've just taken my medicine and plan to have a kip. I should be right as rain when I wake up." "Your voice sounds absolutely dreadful. You don't sound nearly recovered to me," Charlotte replied with concern. "I'll bring our family doctor to examine you." "Really, there's no need to trouble yourself." 98.6% Capor 1X1 "Thalia, don't be daft. What are friends for?" An hour later, Charlotte rang Thalia's doorbell Soon, the faint sound of footsteps could be heard from inside.

Thalia opened the door with weak, unsteady steps.

Charlotte gasped in shock at the pale, sickly face that greeted her. "Bloody hell, Thalia, you look absolutely ghastly!" Thalía responded with little energy. "I'm not seriously ill." Charlotte quickly supported Thalia. "I've brought our family doctor. Let's have him examine you." "All right." After examining Thalia, the doctor gave her an injection and prescribed medication.

Hearing that Thalia should be better by tomorrow, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. "Tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day. You'll be able to properly enjoy the celebrations.” St. Patrick's Day.

The streets of London were awash with green, as people celebrated with parades and festivities throughout the city.

Thalia slept until she naturally awoke.

Opening her phone, she found several missed calls.

From Randolph, Victoria, and her friends Emma and Charlotte.

They were all asking if she had recovered or wishing her a happy St. Patrick's Day.

Thalía returned Randolph's call, saying she would return hfor the celebration.

"Thalía, will you be joining us for lunch? We'll hold off until you arrive." Thalia checked the ton her phone-it was eleven o'clock. There was still tto make it for lunch.

"Yes, I'll be there." As she drove into the estate toward the Winters residence, she spotted the familiar Cullinan in the distance. Checking the number plate, she confirmed it was Asher's car.

True Heiress 98.8% Chapter 127 The Blackwood estate was adjacent to the Winters estate, so Thalia would inevitably pass the Blackwood property on her way home.

Thalia's grip on the steering wheel tightened, her heart filling with bitterness.

According to tradition, the main St. Patrick's celebration would be held in the evening But lunch at the Winters estate was also a lavish affair.

Alongside several of Thalia's favorite home-cooked dishes like shepherd's pie and roast beef with Yorkshire puddings, there was also Irish smoked salmon, Dublin Bay prawns, and freshly shucked oysters.

Thalia presented a small gift box to Lucy. "Lucy, Happy St. Patrick's Day. I've got you something special" Lucy accepted it with delight, opening it to find a beautiful silver four-leaf clover bracelet.

Randolph gave gifts to both Thalia and Lucy. "One for my grown-up daughter, one for my little one-presents for everyone." He handed Thalia a bottle of premium Jameson Irish Whiskey with a beautiful crystal glass, and Lucy received a plush leprechaun toy wearing a green hat.

Thalia's eyes crinkled with a smile. “Even I get a gift as an adult?"

Randolph replied with a warm smile: "In your father's eyes, you'll always as as I'm here, Asdongyou'll be my little girl Thalia will always be spoiled on holidays." Thalia was so moved her eyes moistened. "Dad, when did you becso sentimental?" Victoria, standing nearby, laughed in agreement: "Your father's absolutely right, Thalia. Straditions shouldn't change, no matter how grown-up you get." The meal was filled with warmth and harmony.

Afterward, Thalia walked with Lucy in their garden, chatting. Looking up, she spotted a woman standing in the garden of the neighboring estate.

It was Laurina.

Thalia froze on the spot.

Lucy, noticing her sister's sudden halt, looked up with her bright, curious eyes and asked, "Thalia, what's wrong?" Thalia stood rigid, her lips pressed together as she stared at Laurina in the Blackwood garden.

The woman had also noticed Thalia and waved at her, smiling brilliantly.

98.9% Chapter 127 Thalia found that smile particularly jarring She remained motionless, not acknowledging Laurina's greeting Just after Laurina waved, Asher emerged from the house. Laurina turned to say something to him, then suddenly pointed in Thalia's direction.

Realizing what she was doing. Thalia's breath caught.

Sure enough, Asher turned to look at her.

Across the distance, their gazes met.

The bitter March wind, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, crept through her collar and sleeves. Thalia felt an icy chill spread throughout her body.

Asher looked at Thalia only briefly before nonchalantly shifting his gaze away. He lowered his head to say something to Laurina, and they returned to the house together. He had brought Laurina hfor St. Patrick's Day to formally meet his family-were they planning to get engaged? A dense, crushing pain spread through Thalia's chest.

She had been separated from Asher for nearly a month, and she thought she had moved on. But the moment Laurina appeared in the Blackwood garden, Thalia realized she had never truly let go. ♡ (0) mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1