From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 277

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Aella took the file from Daniel and smiled. “Don’t worry. I love taking the rare cases no one else dares to touch.”

Daniel gave her an approving look. “There’s one more thing.”

He continued, “The local TV network is running a segment about holistic medicine. It’s a free educational program for the public, but it could really help build your reputation–and the hospital’s too. I think you should give it a try.”

Aella hesitated. She’d never been on TV before. “Daniel, are you sure I can handle it?”

He chuckled. “Aella, you don’t have to believe in yourself–but you do have to believe in my judgment. If I say you can do it, then you absolutely can.”

Aella laughed softly. “Back when I was just starting, I was fearless. It’s because of your constant encouragement that I made it this far. I may not trust anyone else, but I’ll always trust you.”

TV exposure spread fast. If she went on that show, not only could she build a positive public image, but she could also raise both her own and the hospital’s reputation.

There was no way Aella would miss such a good opportunity.

She worked straight through the morning. Around noon, she got a call from Raine asking her to meet for lunch near the hospital.

Virginia and Raine were already at the restaurant when she arrived, and they’d even ordered for her.

Aella hesitated for a moment, then said politely, “Virginia, since Tyrone and I are divorced now … how should I address you?”

She poured herself a glass of juice and smiled. “Just call me whatever makes you comfortable, Aella.”

Raine held Aella’s hand and frowned. “Aella, Tyrone’s not short on money. Why did you leave with nothing?”

She patted her hand gently, then reached into her purse and pulled out a bank card.

She placed it in front of Virginia. “This card was from him. The amount inside is way too much. I can’t accept it. Please hold onto it for him instead.”

She had checked the card before coming–and found an eye–popping balance of 500 billion

dollars.

Until then, she had always thought the Winters men were cold, selfish, and heartless.

She’d never understood how their family managed to stay at the top of Vleka’s elite for so many years–or why Tyrone treated powerful men like Mason, Victor, and even the Lockes from Euravia as if they were nothing.

But after seeing how many zeros came after that “5,” she finally understood just how powerful the Winters truly were.

If the other two Winters men ever found out Tyrone had given her that money, she and her family would never know peace again.

Virginia said gently, “Tyrone didn’t touch the company shares or any of his real estate. Not even his domestic accounts. That means this money must’ve come from one of his overseas personal accounts.”

She added, “If he secretly transferred that much to you, it means he wanted you to have it. You should keep it. Raine and I won’t tell anyone.”

But Aella shook her head firmly. “I can’t take it. I’d feel guilty if I did.”

Raine sighed. “Come on, Aella. What’s the harm in taking it? If Tyrone gave it to you, it’s yours. Besides, it’s not that much.”

Not that much?

That woman–Aella–was divorced! Why are Tyrone’s mother and sister still treating her so well?

“Hold it right there!” Zera said, stepping in front of her.

Aella frowned. “What do you want?”

Zera lifted her chin proudly. “Aella, you’re divorced from Tyrone now. I want you to stay away from him–and from his family.”

Aella looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Zera, in what capacity are you warning me right

now?”

Zera smirked. “Tyrone divorced you for me. What do you think my position is?”

Then she added coldly, “If you have any sense, you’ll leave Vleka while you still can–and never come back.”

Aella raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you begging me to treat your illness just a few days ago?”

Zera crossed her arms with a smug grin. “If you leave Vleka, my life will be half healed already. I don’t need your help to get better.”

Aella stepped back onto the sidewalk and looked her up and down from head to toe.

Everything Zera wore was a cheap imitation–her clothes, shoes, even the handbag. The whole outfit couldn’t be worth more than a thousand dollars.

Aella’s lips curled into a cold smile. “The Winters‘ maids wear uniforms that cost at least ten thousand dollars each. You’re standing here in knockoffs worth less than a grand. What gives you the right to act superior towards me?”