Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 127

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 home as soon as Sinclair & Klein closed for St. Patrick’s weekend, but this bout of influenza had been particularly severe. With Lucy at home and 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 come and 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. 

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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 some of 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. Ring me if 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 tell me you were ill? Are you on your own at home now?” 

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.” 

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“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 home for the celebration. 

“Thalía, will you be joining us for lunch? We’ll hold off until you arrive.” 

Thalia checked the time on her phone–it was eleven o’clock. There was still time to 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. 

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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.