Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia)

The first light of dawn crept across the horizon, pale morning rays filtering through the window to fall gently upon Thalia’s face, illuminating her haggard, ashen features.

Thalia had remained by the window all night, slumped in the same position until dawn finally lulled her into fitful sleep. Her rest was fragmented, haunted by several dreams of Asher, each one jolting her awake throughout those precious few hours.

In her final dream, she saw Asher and Laurina standing before her, hands intertwined. Asher’s eyes sparkled with joy, his face radiating happiness as he told her he was getting married, asking her to attend the wedding.

Thalia had wept in her dream.

When she woke, tears still stained her cheeks.

Mary knocked softly from the hallway. “Miss Winters, are you awake? Lunch is ready.”

Thalia wiped away her tears and made her way to the door, pulling it open. “Mary, please go ahead without me. I need to shower and change before coming down.”

Mary’s eyes lingered on Thalia’s exhausted appearance and the dark shadows beneath her eyes. “Miss Winters, did you not sleep well last night?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Mary didn’t follow Twitter and knew nothing of Asher’s rumored affair, nor was she aware that the engagement between the Blackwood and Winters families had been dissolved. She simply believed Mr. Blackwood and Miss Winters were in a relationship–one where Mr. Blackwood deeply cared for Miss Winters, having specifically instructed Mary to look after her with particular attention. Seeing Thalia’s poor condition, she couldn’t help but express her concern.

Thalia was utterly spent.

She had managed only five hours of interrupted sleep.

“I’m perfectly fine, nothing to worry about,” she replied.

The housekeeper didn’t press further. “Right, you go have your shower then. I’ll keep everything warm–wouldn’t want it getting cold on you.”

“That’s very kind, thank you.”

“Not at all, Miss. Just doing my job.”

As Mary descended the stairs, Thalia closed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until she was sitting

on the floor.

Her phone displayed numerous missed calls and unread messages.

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She scrolled through them one by one. Nothing from Asher.

Thalia hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, and after a sleepless night, her body had reached its limits. She felt utterly drained, her face deathly pale, as though she had battled through a serious illness.

Leaning against the door, she felt her fingers growing numb around her phone.

A call came through.

It was Randolph.

Remembering he had mentioned sending a car for her today, Thalia answered.

On the other end, Randolph’s voice was gentle and deep, carrying the concern and tenderness of a father. “Thalía, how are you holding up? Have you been eating and sleeping properly?”

Thalia’s nose stung with emotion, her eyelashes dampening again. “I’m fine, nothing serious,” she replied, her voice

hoarse.

Randolph paused.

This child was clearly lying.

Just from her voice, he could tell she was far from fine. She obviously hadn’t slept well, nor had she eaten properly. Her voice was so weak and listless–how rapidly she had deteriorated.

Bloody hell.

Randolph sighed internally, his heart aching. After composing himself, he spoke again: “Thalia, the press conference concluded this morning. We’ve officially announced the dissolution of the engagement. I’ve already sent a car to collect you. Once you’ve had lunch, please come home.”

Thalia’s lips parted as if to say something, but ultimately she remained silent, only managing a weak “Mmm” in acknowledgment.

“Go have your lunch then. I’ll speak to you later.”

Knowing his daughter was heartbroken and needed space, Randolph ended the call after delivering his message.

Thalia sat on the floor for quite some time before dragging her exhausted, numb body to the bathroom, moving like a hollow shell of herself.

Downstairs, Mary dialed Asher’s number.

To ensure he received immediate updates about Thalia, Asher had given Mary his private number.

“Mr. Blackwood, it’s Mary, the housekeeper looking after Miss Winters. Her state has been rather concerning since

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yesterday. I’m not sure what’s happened, but she didn’t touch her dinner last night or breakfast this morning. When I called her just now, she looked dreadful–dark circles under her eyes, as though she hadn’t slept a wink all night.”

Asher remained silent for a moment, his voice rough when he finally spoke: “Try to get her to eat something, won’t

you?”

“I’ve prepared all her favorites. She’s just said she’ll come down after her shower,” Mary replied, then added, “Miss Winters really doesn’t look well at all. Would you like to come round and see her?”

Asher’s lips tightened, his voice betraying his exhaustion. “No. Someone will be coming to take her home today.”

“Oh, I see. Very well then.”

After her shower, Thalia came downstairs.

Mary brought the dishes to the table. “Miss Winters, these are all your favorites. You must be absolutely famished after missing dinner and breakfast. Do try to eat properly.”

“Thank you,” Thalia replied without energy, her eyelids heavy. Her head throbbed painfully from severe sleep deprivation.

“Please enjoy your meal. I’ll just go tidy up the kitchen.”

Thalia looked at the steaming, fragrant dishes on the table but had no appetite whatsoever. noveldrama

She took a few sips of soup and checked her phone for any WhatsApp messages or texts. Still nothing from Asher.

Mary had mentioned that Asher had instructed her to take good care of Thalia and to report any issues to him

immediately.

So he must know what state she was in by now, mustn’t he?

Why was there still no word from him?

Had he truly stopped caring completely?

Thalia lowered her eyes, a bitter emptiness filling her gaze.

At the Winters estate.

The moment Thalia entered, Lucy rushed toward her. “Thalia, you’re finally home! I’ve missed you terribly!”

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Thalia forced a slight smile and reached out to stroke her sister’s head. “I’m back to keep you company now.”

“Brilliant!” Lucy smiled with pure joy.

Victoria stood nearby, her eyes filled with concern. “Thalia, are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

Victoria didn’t press further. “We’ve kept your room just as you left it. Why don’t you go up and rest?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Thalia, I’ll come with you!” Lucy said brightly, holding Thalia’s hand.

“Lucy, Thalia is absolutely exhausted and needs to rest. Why don’t I stay down here with you instead?” Victoria suggested gently.

Lucy pouted, her chubby little face clearly showing her disappointment. “No! Thalia’s been gone for ages, and I want her to play with me.”

Victoria spoke with patient kindness: “Be a good girl, Lucy. Thalia is home now, and you can see her anytime. Let her rest properly first, and then she’ll have energy to play with you.”

The little girl looked up at Thalia, her gaze pausing briefly. “Thalia, why do you have dark circles under your eyes?”

Thalia responded listlessly, utterly drained: “Didn’t sleep well.”

Hearing this, Lucy stopped insisting and maturely said: “Then you should go sleep first. You can play with me after

you wake up.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Thalia’s head throbbed painfully, her eyes dry and irritated, her body completely spent.

She climbed the stairs with unsteady steps.

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