From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Is He in Danger?

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Raine watched Tyrone lose his cool, feeling bad for him but totally powerless.

“Grandpa called you yesterday,” she said. “You didn’t answer. He wants you to go back tonight.”

Before leaving, she reminded Emma to keep an eye on Tyrone.

By ten, Tyrone showed up at the office.

Noel knocked, then stepped in. The tension in the room felt heavy.

Tyrone slumped in his chair, dressed in a dark suit, looking completely worn out.

He leaned back, eyes shut, lost in thought.

Noel carefully set the files on the desk, trying not to make a sound.

Standing respectfully with his hands folded, he forced himself to say, “Mr. Winter, our people confirmed it. Mr. Vic is hurt.”

Tyrone slowly opened his eyes and straightened up.

Noel went on, “His enemy is R.M. Mercantile from Ressovia. Looks like they’re planning something nasty.”

Tyrone’s eyes narrowed, unreadable as ever.

His face stayed sharp and handsome, but the cold energy around him was intense.

Around noon, in the hospital parking lot.

Aella answered Tyrone’s call and came out to meet him. “What do you want from me?”

He opened the car door, eyes dim. “Get in. We need to talk.”

She stayed where she was. “Just tell me here.”

They stared at each other. Tyrone frowned. “Are you getting in yourself, or do I have to carry you?”

Instead of moving, Aella stepped back.

He walked over, about to grab her, but she finally got in.

He followed, closing the windows and the divider.

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Facing her, he was serious. “From now on, stop treating Mr. Vic. Don’t go to Webster Manor.”

Aella couldn’t help asking, “Is Mr. Vic in danger?”

She knew Tyrone wouldn’t show up at this hour for no reason.

Tyrone didn’t answer directly. “Aella, I agreed to the divorce. You can hate me, ignore me, and punish me however you want. But you need to listen to me on this.”

Aella shot back, “Mr. Winter, who do you think you are? Why should I listen?”

They locked eyes, and Tyrone’s face darkened.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault,” he said.

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She struggled, but he wouldn’t let go, burying his face in her neck. “If I don’t register, are you really just going to leave me?”

Aella pressed her hands against his chest, struggling to break away. “We’re over. Your life or death has nothing to do with me anymore.”

In the cramped backseat, they fought over each other.

Suddenly, Tyrone froze, staring at the smooth curve of her neck. “Why aren’t you wearing the necklace I gave you?”

Aella pulled free and straightened her clothes. “That’s my business. It has nothing to do with you.”

He held back but reminded her, “Before the divorce, you promised to always wear it.”

She snorted. “We made a lot of promises.”

She tried to leave, but Tyrone grabbed her wrist again.

The standoff continued.

His voice was firm. “You can fight me all you want, but you have to wear that necklace!”

Aella shrugged him off, not caring. “It’s just a necklace. I tossed it. Why make it a big deal?”

He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

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