From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 How About a Few Rounds of Poker?

Aella honestly couldn’t stand Vivienne’s overbearing attitude.

She shot back, “If you’re so sure, Ms. Guinevere, why didn’t you get rid of me back when Tyrone married me?”

Vivienne smiled. “Because I always knew you and Tyrone wouldn’t last.”

She went on, “Whether it’s you or that Zera, neither of you is on the same path as Tyrone. Breaking up was only a matter of time.”

The two women stared each other down.

Vivienne gave Aella one last polite look, then turned and left briskly.

Penelope came out of the office, just in time to watch Vivienne walk away. She couldn’t help but comment, “Dr. Reid, that woman is unbelievably arrogant, isn’t she?”

Aella didn’t let Vivienne’s words get to her.

Like Vivienne said, she wasn’t Zera.

She was born into a powerful family and had been helping her father manage the Guinevere business for years.

She even fought her own brother for control of the company. She was definitely a woman with ambition.

For women like Vivienne, who had family, status, and her own successful career, dignity mattered most. Once she set her sights on someone or something, she wasn’t someone who would admit defeat easily.

Noticing Raine coming from down the hall, Aella sent Penelope away.

Raine pulled Aella aside to a corner and whispered, “Aella, did that Vivienne say something to you just now? Trust me, there’s nothing going on between them.”

Aella cleared her throat and corrected her, “Raine, your brother and I are divorced now. There’s no need to tell me about his stuff.”

Raine looked crestfallen. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just a habit. Hard to change all at

once.”

Aella teased her, “Next time you see me, say ‘they are divorced‘ to yourself three times before you speak.”

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Raine nodded obediently, though helplessly. “My grandpa and dad are just stubborn old men- bossy, overprotective, and completely unreasonable. Please don’t be mad at me because of them.”

Aella reassured her, “You’re not them. I know the difference.”

After chatting for a bit, Aella and Raine parted ways. Aella drove herself to Webster Manor.

In the second–floor study at Webster Manor…

Victor lounged in his wheelchair. He was dressed in black dress pants and a white V–neck shirt, idly turning his rosary beads.

Aella said apologetically, “Mr. Vic, if I’d known you had it all under control, I wouldn’t have come barging in and messed up your plans. Next time, give me a heads–up so I don’t make things worse.”

Victor glanced at her. “With your IQ, even if I give you a hint, would you get it?”

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earlier.

He had texted her to explain, but she hadn’t replied.

He wanted to see her.

He wanted to explain in

person.

A nurse came in to check his temperature. Tyrone asked, “Is Dr. Reid off duty yet?”

The nurse shook her head. She didn’t know.

Brad, lying on the couch, sat up. “Stop looking for her. She’s not at the hospital.”

Tyrone checked the time. It wasn’t yet the end of Aella’s shift.

He asked Brad, “So where is she now?”

Brad replied, “She’s playing poker at Webster Manor. She’s already lost three rounds and just texted me to bail her out.”

Brad had barely finished when the thermometer in Tyrone’s hand snapped in two.

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