From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 416

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 416**

**Chapter 416: Don’t Even Think About Replacing the Heir!**

As Virginia concluded her impassioned speech, she cast one final glance at Edwin, her expression a mix of frustration and determination, before swiftly exiting the room. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the tense atmosphere, leaving Ralph standing in a state of bewilderment, his thoughts racing as he struggled to find the right words to respond.

How could they all dare to threaten him, one after another, as if he were some pawn in their game? The audacity of it all made his blood boil.

“Finished,” he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on his shoulders.

In that silence, Edwin, who had remained quiet until now, finally broke his silence with a stern reprimand, his voice cutting through the tension. “Don’t even think about replacing the heir!” His words were sharp, a warning laced with authority.

Ralph felt a wave of regret wash over him, the earlier bravado he had displayed evaporating like mist in the morning sun. He replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “Dad, I only said that because I was angry.” The admission hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Edwin’s gaze, though clouded with age, remained piercing. “Tyrone has the backing of the McCarthys, one of the Eight Great Families, not to mention his uncle, Victor Webster. You need to think carefully about the implications of this situation.” His tone was grave, underscoring the seriousness of the matter.

Ralph’s anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of helplessness. “Dad, all I want is for Tyrone to distance himself from the Reids and marry someone from a family as strong as ours. I’m trying to help him. But look at how he treats me!” The frustration in his voice was palpable, a mixture of concern and disappointment.

Edwin’s eyes remained sharp, unwavering. “He’s an adult now, Ralph. You must learn to control your temper. Stop lashing out at Virginia and the children.” His words were firm, a reminder of the responsibilities that came with their family legacy.

Ralph shot back, defensive and hurt, “Tyrone grew up looking up to me! He only started acting differently recently. He must’ve been influenced by those Reids!” The accusation hung in the air, a bitter realization of the shifting loyalties within their family.

Edwin replied with a calm authority, “Regardless of who he associates with, Tyrone is still your son, and he is the best candidate to lead the Winter Group. You need to bring him back to your side. If you maintain that bond, no one will be able to sever it.” His voice held a wisdom that Ralph couldn’t ignore, even if he felt frustrated by it.

Later that night, in the dimly lit confines of Regal Club, Tyrone found himself nursing a drink alone in a private room. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts as Brad entered, a familiar presence that cut through the solitude.

Tyrone lifted his gaze, meeting Brad’s eyes, and instinctively poured him a drink, the gesture almost automatic.

Brad accepted the glass, placing it gently on the coffee table, his eyes narrowing as he took in the bruises marring Tyrone’s face. “Raine mentioned you had a big fight at home. What happened?” His voice was laced with concern, probing gently.

Tyrone remained silent, tilting his head back to gulp down a generous swallow of red wine, the liquid burning its way down his throat, warming him momentarily.

Brad, sensing the tension, seized the glass from Tyrone’s hand, concern etched on his features. “Is this about Aella?” he asked, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

Tyrone sank deeper into the couch, the cushions enveloping him as he surrendered to the weight of his thoughts. If only he could escape the tangled web of his family’s expectations.

He yearned to sever ties with Ralph and Edwin for Aella’s sake, to abandon everything that bound him to the Winter legacy and simply be with her. The desire to have Aella look his way, to give him a real chance, consumed him.

But deep down, he knew it was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy, a dream that hovered just out of reach.

Leaning forward, he poured himself another drink, his dark eyes, reminiscent of a bottomless abyss, fixated on the swirling red liquid in the glass. “My grandpa and my dad keep insisting that everything the Winters own will eventually belong to me. Yet, behind the scenes, they monitor my bank accounts, meddle in my personal life, and even send people to shadow my every move.” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable, a sharp ache piercing through his heart.

Julian and Daphne recognized her immediately, their faces brightening in response.

Stealing a glance at Kayla, Aella felt a pang of anxiety.

Kayla, feigning nonchalance, sighed dramatically and asked, “Aella, why did your wedding with Tyrone get canceled so suddenly when everything seemed fine?”

As she perused the seafood, her tone was relaxed, but Aella sensed the underlying curiosity.

Aella exhaled deeply, lowering her voice intentionally. “Tyrone has someone else in his heart. There’s nothing I can do about it.” Her words were soft, just loud enough for Julian and Daphne to overhear.

“Seriously?” Kayla exclaimed, pretending to be shocked, her eyes wide with feigned disbelief.

Aella nodded, a shadow of sadness crossing her features. “He’s been holding onto his first love. He’s almost come to blows with his family over her.”

They exchanged glances, the weight of Aella’s words settling between them.

Kayla attempted to console her. “The Winters are the most powerful family in Vleka. Tyrone is their sole heir. He’s handsome and generous. Any woman who marries him will ensure her family’s prosperity. You shouldn’t throw away a chance like that.”

Aella hummed softly, contemplating Kayla’s words before responding slowly, “He truly is generous to those around him. Before the wedding was called off, he cleared all of my family’s substantial debts and even bought my parents a house in the city center. He sends them a six-figure sum every month. And the gifts he has given me—if I sold them, I could likely live comfortably for the rest of my life.”