From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301 The Weight of Old Ties

Aella was speechless momentarily.

Finished

Sayer clutched his chest, looking hurt, and grabbed Aella’s hand. “Aella, he tried to kill me.

Hearing the car door open behind her, Aella turned around.

Tyrone straightened his tie and walked up to her.

Aella gave him a serious look. “Mr. Locke didn’t do anything to you. Why did you hit him?”

Tyrone’s dark eyes locked on her. “He fought back. So technically, we both threw punches.”

Sayer was so furious he almost lost it. “What, you thought I’d just stand there and take it? I’m not some kid you can push around!”

Afraid they’d start again, Aella grabbed Sayer and pulled him away.

Tyrone took the umbrella from his driver and held it over Aella’s head. “It’s pouring. Let me walk you to the car.”

Sayer snorted, then took off his jacket and covered Aella’s head with it instead.

Tyrone stood there in the rain, holding the umbrella, watching Aella press close to Sayer as they jogged to the car.

Not far away, another luxury car rolled to a stop.

Justin got out and walked up to Tyrone. “Mr. Tyrone, Mr. Edwin asked you to return to the house right away.”

Tyrone calmly looked away and got into his car.

Inside Sayer’s sports car, Aella glanced at him again. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?”

Sayer grinned. “I know how strong he is. I didn’t actually fight him. I just messed with him.”

Aella finally relaxed.

She reminded Sayer, “Mr. Locke, this is Vleka-Tyrone’s turf. Even the heads of the Eight Great Families treat him with respect. If you can win, fine, but if not, just walk away. Don’t pick a fight with him.”

Sayer grumbled, “It just ticks me off. He hurt you, divorced you, and now he walks around like nothing happened.”

Aella sighed. “Because he’s a jerk.”

Over an hour later, at the Winter Estate.

Tyrone walked into the living room. The heavy air made him frown.

Edwin sat at the head of the table, stern-faced. Ralph looked furious, Virginia’s brows were tight with worry, and Raine’s eyes were red.

Tyrone took a deep breath and stepped forward to Edwin and Ralph.

Edwin’s tone was sharp. “What’s this? Think you’re too important to come home when I call?”

Tyrone felt his chest tighten. “I’m not agreeing to this!”

He turned and walked out.

Behind him, Ralph’s angry shout was followed by the sound of a glass shattering on the floor. Tyrone didn’t look back.

Now he finally understood why Aella had hated coming to this house-why she’d hated this family.

Late at night, at Regal Club.

Brad pushed open the door to the private room. The sharp smell of alcohol made him frown.

He grabbed a few unopened bottles from the table, then sat down beside Tyrone.

Brad studied him for a while before speaking. “Raine told me everything. Even if you don’t agree, you can’t stop it.”

Tyrone slouched on the couch, black dress pants, white shirt, jacket, and tie tossed beside him.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes bloodshot, rubbing his brow.

His voice was low and unreadable. “No one gets to decide who I marry.”