From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217 I Don’t Know

It was one in the morning when Tyrone arrived at Webster Manor.

At the front gate, Norman stood behind Victor’s wheelchair.

Tyrone stood outside the iron fence.

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A locked gate stood between them. They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence.

Tyrone finally asked, “Is she asleep?”

Victor sat in his wheelchair, wearing a deep-V robe with a thin blanket over his legs.

He played idly with the rosary in his hand, nodded once, but said nothing.

Tyrone drew his brows tightly.

He stood there for a long time before he said quietly, “Sorry to bother you.”

After that, Tyrone walked back to his car.

Victor lifted his hand, signaling Norman to turn the wheelchair around.

Norman, puzzled, asked, “Mr. Vic, it’s late. Mr. Tyrone must’ve searched for her a while before coming. Why didn’t he insist on taking her away?”

Victor let out a cold snort.

Aella hadn’t been herself tonight. She had work tomorrow. Tyrone not waking her was the first wise move he’d made in a while.

Around three in the morning, Tyrone stumbled out of his car, drunk and unsteady. He swayed into the elevator just as the doors were closing.

Brad slipped in at the last second.

He was shocked to see his best friend. “Whoa, man. What are you doing coming home this late?”

Tyrone’s stomach burned from the alcohol. Leaning against the wall, he glanced at Brad but didn’t reply.

When the elevator opened, Tyrone walked out.

Brad hesitated briefly before following him.

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They entered the house one after another. Tyrone collapsed onto the couch.

Brad stood in front of him, looking down.

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“You know,” Brad said, “out of all of us, you’re the first to get married, and your kid’s the oldest. You should be the happiest one here.”

Tyrone kept his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “You already know that kid

isn’t mine.”

Brad shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. If you accept him, then he’s yours.”

Tyrone stayed silent, the air around him heavy.

When he walked toward her, Aella stopped.

His eyes were careful, almost pleading.

“I got your favorite pie.”

He handed her the bag.

Aella glanced at Tyrone. She took the breakfast from his hand and tossed it straight into the

trash.

Tyrone’s face darkened. He held himself back, saying nothing.

Aella’s tone was calm but cold. “Anything else?”

Tyrone checked his watch, trying to stay composed. “Aella, please believe me. I only went to see her to settle some things. I didn’t hug her first-”

Aella cut him off before he could finish. Her face was cold. “Tyrone, she already had your son. Do you really think your excuses matter?”

They stared at each other in silence.

Tyrone suddenly felt weak, like something inside him had drained away. Every word he’d prepared vanished from his mind.

“The child was born six years ago,” he said slowly. “We weren’t married yet. When I married you, I didn’t even know he existed. Are you really going to end our marriage over that?”

He wasn’t telling the full truth-he couldn’t. To calm Aella down and protect the secret of the boy’s real background, that was the only explanation he could give.

But Aella didn’t soften. Her voice stayed cold and steady. “So the kid came before we married. You didn’t know back then. What about now?”

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