Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 74

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“Asher, I… I accidentally knocked over the wine glass. I’m terribly sorry–I’ll clean this up right away.” 

Grace knelt down to clean up the shattered glass. 

Her low–cut dress exposed her décolletage as she bent forward in Asher’s line of sight. 

Asher darkened his expression and averted his gaze, his tone increasingly impatient. “Get up. Leave at 

once.” 

Grace tried to pick up the glass fragments with her bare hands, then suddenly let out a cry. 

Her finger had been cut, bright red blood dripping steadily onto the floor. 

She rose weakly, her expression pitiful as she pressed her lips together. “Asher, I’ve cut myself on the 

glass. Could you possibly take me to hospital?” 

Asher’s gaze moved downward, briefly examining Grace’s wound. “There are plasters and antiseptic in the bathroom cabinet. Sort it out yourself.” 

“Can’t you take me to hospital? It’s frightfully painful.” 

Asher’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “By the time we reached hospital, it would have healed already.” 

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The following morning, when Lady Blackwood Sr. couldn’t reach Asher by phone, she called his 

executive assistant, Matt Ford. 

“Is Asher terribly busy?” she inquired. 

Matt responded respectfully, “Lady Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood has just finished a meeting.” 

“Have him take my call.” 

Asher glanced at Matt questioningly. “Grandmother?” 

Matt nodded and handed over the phone. 

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The old lady’s tone was relatively gentle. “Asher, dear, your sister has fallen ill rather seriously and is in hospital. I’ll send you the address and room number. Perhaps you could find time to visit her.” 

“Grandmother,” Asher replied coldly, “if she’s ill, you should call for doctors. Why involve me? I’m hardly qualified to treat illnesses.” 

Lady Blackwood steadied her emotions, maintaining a pleasant tone. “Just this once. Regardless of everything, she is your sister. Visiting her in hospital when she’s ill isn’t crossing any boundaries, is it?” 

“Asher, I was wrong about the family dinner incident, and I apologize. Yesterday Grace became dreadfully ill. When I visited her in hospital today, she looked absolutely wretched. It truly broke my heart to see her that way. Grace is asking for you. Won’t you please visit her? Do it as a favour to your 

grandmother, if nothing else.” 

With his grandmother swallowing her pride and offering an apology–something the typically imperious Lady Blackwood rarely did–Asher relented gracefully. After all, she was his grandmother. He agreed to 

visit when he had time. 

At the hospital. 

Asher entered the ward carrying a basket of homemade chicken soup and freshly baked bread that Lady 

Blackwood had sent over with her staff. 

In the hospital room, Grace lay receiving intravenous fluids, her complexion rather pale. She genuinely appeared ill. 

Seeing Asher enter, Grace’s eyes flashed with delight. “Asher, you came!” 

“Indeed,” Asher replied, placing the basket on the table. “What’s the diagnosis? Is it serious?” 

“It’s influenza, quite severe. I’ve had no appetite today. I tried to eat a little but was dreadfully sick 

afterward.” 

“This is some chicken soup and bread that Grandmother had prepared,” Asher indicated the basket. 

Grace glanced briefly at the basket, then looked up at Asher. “Asher, my left hand has the IV line, and my right hand was cut by glass last night. It’s rather difficult for me. Could you possibly help me with the soup?” 

Asher’s expression remained cold. “Where’s the nurse aide?” 

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“She stepped out for a moment.” 

Knowing Asher was coming, she had deliberately sent the nurse aide away. 

Asher nodded. “I’ll call for another nurse.” 

Fearing she might irritate Asher further, Grace didn’t press the issue of him feeding her. 

Shortly afterward, the nurse aide returned, helped Grace with the soup, and the IV bag was emptied. A 

nurse came to remove the needle. 

Asher spoke up: “I should be going now. Rest well.” 

“Wait-” Grace quickly interjected. “Asher, I’d love to get some fresh air and sunshine. Could you take me 

outside?” 

This request wasn’t unreasonable. Asher hesitated momentarily before agreeing. 

“Very well, then.” 

The hospital room door opened, with Grace walking in front. “Asher, I knew you still cared about me. You’re so busy with work yet you made time to visit me and even prepared this lovely soup for me. I’m truly grateful.” 

Asher followed behind Grace, heading out. 

Grace’s words were strange. He had clearly told her the soup was prepared at his grandmother’s request, yet she was claiming he had made it himself. 

He had just stepped out of the room, with no time to dwell on this peculiarity, when his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of someone at the neighboring room’s doorway. 

Asher stopped abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply as if struck by lightning. 

“Lia?” Asher’s voice trembled. 

Thalia turned her head at the sound of his voice, their eyes meeting. 

Seeing Grace in hospital attire beside Asher, Thalia’s brow furrowed slightly. 

Asher took two quick steps toward her, his tone urgent. “Darling, what on earth are you doing here?” 

The young woman was wearing hospital clothes, her face pale. 

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“You’re ill?” Asher took Thalia’s hand in both of his, his voice tender with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me you were unwell, sweetheart?” 

Thalia lowered her eyelashes, her voice soft. “You’ve been so busy lately. I didn’t want to be a bother.” 

Pain flashed in Asher’s eyes. “How could you ever be a bother? You’re everything to me, Lía. Your wellbeing matters more than anything in the world.” 

Thalia gently withdrew her hand. “I’m perfectly fine. Don’t you have other matters to attend to? You should go.” 

She was referring to Grace’s situation. 

Thalia knew that Grace harbored inappropriate feelings for Asher, and Grace’s hostility toward her was 

obvious. 

Asher couldn’t possibly be unaware. 

Thalia kept telling herself repeatedly that Grace was, after all, Asher’s sister. A brother visiting his sick 

sister in hospital was perfectly reasonable. She shouldn’t be petty or jealous. 

But still, she felt a twinge of sourness in her heart. 

The thought that Asher had made time in his busy schedule to visit Grace in hospital and personally prepare soup for her sparked an emotion that she couldn’t quite control.