From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 The Smile That Was No Longer His

No wonder Tyrone had been so impatient; he’d already made his move against the Cunninghams

Vivienne was smart enough to back off just in time.

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Jenny’s heart burned with anger. Because of that bitch, her grandmother still refused to let her father acknowledge her. The hatred had been eating her alive.

But now, even the Cunninghams and the Guineveres were too scared to speak up. As an illegitimate daughter, Jenny knew that no matter how clever she was, she couldn’t outplay Tyrone.

After thinking it through, she decided to wait and see how things unfolded before making any

move.

Leaving the hospital’s park, Jenny ran into Aella and one of her coworkers.

The moment Aella saw her, her face turned cold.

Jenny spoke first. “Dr. Reid, don’t give me that look. I’m not here to cause trouble.”

Sensing the tension, Aella’s coworker quickly found an excuse to walk away.

Jenny stepped closer and told Aella unwillingly. “Congratulations, bitch! You win.”

Aella frowned in confusion. “What do you mean, I win?”

Jenny laughed coldly. “You really don’t know? Tyrone went against his family and the board for you. He ended the deal with the Cunningham Group. Even Vivienne doesn’t dare to cross you

now.”

Aella glanced at her with a dull look and walked away.

Even if Jenny was telling the truth, Tyrone hadn’t done it for her.

He’d done it for himself–for that small, useless bit of guilt in his heart.

That man always had his calculations. Tyrone wasn’t the kind of man who’d let both sides lose.

That evening, during rush hour, Noel sat in the passenger seat. He spotted Aella standing by the road and quickly told the driver to pull over.

“Mr. Winter,” Noel said, “it looks like Dr. Reid had a flat tire.”

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Chapter 458 The Stile That Was No Longer His

Before Noel even finished speaking, and before the car had come to a full stop, Tyrone was already out.

He shut the door and started walking toward Aella. Tyrone stopped when he saw Victor getting out of another car.

From a distance, Tyrone watched Aella jog toward Victor, her face lighting up with the kind of smile he hadn’t seen in a long time. His steps faltered, his chest tightening.

“Mr. Vic, your leg’s finally healed!”

Aella beamed as she grabbed Victor’s hands and spun him around right there on the sidewalk, her laughter bright and clear.

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The next morning, Aella’s car was in the repair shop.

Sayer, still in his pajamas, drove her to the hospital.

As soon as she walked through the lobby, the receptionist waved her over. “Dr. Reid, your breakfast!”

Aella stopped in surprise just as her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Mason. “I drove by the hospital this morning and grabbed you breakfast. I had left it at the front desk.”

Aella smiled faintly and picked up the paper bag before heading to her office. Elvira popped her head over her computer with a mischievous grin. “Dr. Reid, who’s the handsome guy treating you to breakfast again?”

Aella chuckled, took out the food, and handed her a share. “You really are the gossip queen of this department.”

Elvira leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. “Come on, Dr. Reid, you’ve got so many handsome guys around you. Which one do you like?”

Aella rolled her eyes and walked toward the changing room.

Elvira called after her, half–joking, “Let’s see. There’s Mr. Fulford, the charming gentleman; Mr. Vic, the bad–boy type; and that adorable Mr. Locke from the Lockes. Honestly, they’re all Mr. Perfect!”

Aella’s voice came from inside the room. “Don’t be ridiculous. Mr. Fulford is a real gentleman. Mr. Vic is my ex–husband’s uncle. And Mr. Locke? He’s sweet, but too young–more like a little brother.”

Elvira asked in a soft voice, “What about Dr. Hill?”

Aella pushed the door open and gave her a sharp look. “Dr. Hill is my senior and my golden goose. I wouldn’t dare to mess with him.”

She had just crawled out of a failed marriage. The last thing she wanted was another relationship or another marriage.