From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Strange Arrangement

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Tyrone’s face was pale, almost colorless, yet he forced a calm smile and told everyone he was fine. No one believed him.

After Tyrone left, Raine couldn’t shake the worry off. She went into the bathroom to check.

Sure enough, she found several blood–stained tissues hidden in the trash.

Virginia almost fainted when she saw them.

Ralph stood frozen, barely able to keep himself upright from the discoveries.

Edwin said nothing. He turned around and went back to his room in silence.

The next morning, Aella had just arrived at the hospital when Daniel called her.

“Come to my office,” he said. When she got there, Daniel was waiting by the door, looking apologetic. “Mr. Edwin’s inside,” he told her quietly.

Aella nodded and stepped into the office.

If he had come all the way to the hospital, she was willing to meet him.

In the reception area, Aella sat across from Edwin.

A coffee table separated them.

She simply looked at him and said nothing.

Edwin lifted his hand. Justin hurriedly stepped forward, placing a folder in front of her.

Aella looked down. It was a share transfer agreement.

Edwin said, “This is fifteen percent of Winter Group’s stock. That’s five percent more than what Raine got as her wedding gift. If you can convince Tyrone to stay in the hospital for treatment, or better yet, if you’ll return to him, these shares will be yours.”

Aella pushed the document back toward him, her expression calm but firm.

“Everyone’s time is valuable, Mr. Edwin,” she said evenly “If that’s all, I’ll be leaving now.”

She stood up and was ready to leave.

Edwin’s voice deepened. “So Tyrone’s life means nothing to you?”

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Aella met his gaze without flinching.

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“Mr. Edwin,” she said coldly, “besides your son and grandson, have you ever cared about anyone else’s life?”

His eyes narrowed sharply.

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Tyrone explained patiently, “If we don’t bring in new talent once in a while, the old employees will get too comfortable. Without pressure, there’s no drive to grow, and that’s bad for the company.”

Noel handed two project files to Raine.

She flipped one open and frowned. Raine found a new problem. “I remember you telling Dad that Project Khento required huge upfront costs and slow returns. You told him that you wouldn’t move forward with it for now.”

Tyrone lowered his gaze to hide the emotions in his eyes. “I made some adjustments. The project will guarantee steady income for the next ten years and add extra profit streams. You can take the folder with you and read it through.”

Raine didn’t like the sound of that. Something felt wrong.

She circled his desk and asked softly, “Tell me the truth. Is this about Aella?”

Before she could finish, Tyrone cut her off coldly. “I want you to meet someone. Go to the elevator and bring her up.”

Raine bit her tongue and left the office.

A few minutes later, she returned with a woman in her early thirties.

Noel immediately recognized her and stepped forward with surprise. “Iris,” he greeted.

Iris Horton smiled and said, “Mr. Frost, long time no see.”

Her look was sharp and professional—short hair, a white three–quarter–sleeve blouse, a black pencil skirt, and heels at least three inches high.

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