From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 427

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 427**
**CONTENT: Chapter 427 Keep Your Word**

The memories of his conversation with Aella haunted Tyrone like a relentless shadow, twisting his heart with each recollection.

As he trudged into the living room, the weight of his thoughts made his steps feel heavier, as if the very air around him was thick with Aella’s presence. Her essence lingered in every corner, every forgotten crevice of the home they had shared, and it felt as though her shadow danced just out of sight.

Instead of retreating to the solitude of his bedroom, he sank onto the couch, the familiar fabric offering little comfort. His gaze drifted aimlessly to the cold, unyielding ceiling above him, a stark reminder of the emptiness that enveloped him.

“It’s okay,” he murmured to himself, the words barely a whisper against the silence. “Whether Aella returns or not, I will protect this home.”

The dawn of a new day broke with the harsh, jarring sound of his phone ringing, slicing through the stillness like a knife.

When Tyrone arrived at Winter Estate at nine that morning, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Edwin, Ralph, and Virginia sat in the living room, their expressions grave and serious, as if they were gathered for a funeral rather than a family meeting.

Aella’s words from the previous night echoed in his mind, and he felt a flicker of resolve ignite within him, momentarily dispelling the fatigue that clung to him. These people, despite the turmoil, were still his family.

Anger simmered beneath the surface, but he knew he couldn’t sever the ties that bound them. He unfastened his suit jacket, the crisp fabric rustling softly, and settled into a chair across from Ralph and Virginia, ready to face whatever was to come.

The moment he sat down, Ralph wasted no time. “Your grandpa’s shares are already signed over to you. When do you plan on returning to the company?”

Tyrone took a steady breath, his voice firm. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait until the process is complete.”

In this life, he vowed to live well for his family, to ensure their needs were met and their futures secured.

But there was a steely resolve within him; he would not allow himself to become complacent again. He would rise to the top of Vleka and protect Aella in his own quiet way, ensuring her happiness—even if it meant stepping aside and allowing her joy to flourish without him.

Virginia, unable to hold back her concerns, stood and confronted him directly. “Didn’t you say you cut ties with Zera? Then why did she show up at the birthday party with you and Aella?”

Tyrone felt the heat of anger rise within him, darkening his expression. He stood, his voice steady as he explained, “Mom, I have someone looking into that situation.”

Edwin’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “Wasn’t it you who brought Zera back into the country?”

Tyrone stepped closer to Edwin, determination etched on his face. “Grandpa, that wasn’t my doing.”

His gaze shifted to Ralph and Virginia, his voice earnest. “Dad, Mom, you don’t need to worry. I will never be involved with Zera again.”

Ralph scoffed, a cold sound that echoed in the tense room. “You’d better keep your promise.”

Virginia’s skepticism was palpable. “She came back and immediately found the hotel where you and Aella were celebrating. If you didn’t tell her, how did she know where to go?”

Tyrone lowered his gaze, concealing the turmoil brewing within.

He was absolutely certain that Zera’s appearance was linked to Aella.

He recalled that day vividly—Aella had encouraged him to accompany her to buy seafood, and when he spotted Daphne there, he understood Aella’s intentions.

Ralph nodded firmly, his expression resolute. “I keep my promises.”

Tyrone smirked slightly, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Then you better treat Mom well. If you don’t, I’ll make sure she knows she can divorce you.”

With that, he added, “You all should rest. I’m heading back.”

Virginia watched him leave, a wave of relief washing over her.

As long as he didn’t dwell on Zera, she felt a sense of safety return.

Ralph pointed at Tyrone’s retreating figure, exasperation spilling over. “I’m your father! How can you speak to me like that?”

Tyrone walked away, refusing to look back, his heart heavy yet resolute.

He opened the door of his car and tilted his head back, allowing the sunlight to wash over him, dispelling the lingering darkness that had settled in his heart.

From the attitudes of Edwin and Ralph, a realization dawned upon him.

In his previous life, the relentless pressure from Edwin and Ralph had stemmed from his own choices.

He had been misled by Zera’s actions, believing she was a savior when, in truth, he had failed to see her true nature.