From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 437

**Obsidian Dawn 437**

**Chapter 437: Daniel**

Anna placed a comforting hand on Zera’s shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm. “Just breathe, Zera. Money has a way of speaking volumes—I’ll handle this for you.”

Zera’s expression twisted into one of deep resentment. “Aunt Anna, the reason I’m in this predicament is because of Tyrone’s fiancée. She’s the one who deceived me into returning. I want her to face consequences.”

The thought of her own suffering fueled a fierce determination within her. If she couldn’t have Tyrone, then she was resolute that his fiancée would not find happiness with him either.

Anna, sensing Zera’s turmoil, replied, “Whoever you wish to confront, I’ll support you. But first, you need to establish your presence in Vleka.”

She gestured broadly to the bustling surroundings. “The clientele here are affluent, and opportunities will arise if you’re sharp. Forge connections with the heiresses; you have to be savvy. You will rise from this; you will make Tyrone regret ever crossing you.”

A glimmer of hope ignited in Zera’s eyes as Anna sent her a phone number. “This is Tyrone’s private line—I managed to get it from a reliable source. You need to call him. Apologize, express gratitude for his leniency. Tell him you were misled by your family and that your mother pushed you into this—you were a victim too.”

Zera, heart racing, quickly saved the number and dialed, her palms clammy with anticipation.

Meanwhile, across town, Tyrone paced restlessly in front of the living room windows, preparing to video-call Aella. Just as he was about to connect, an unknown number flashed on his phone. Without a second thought, he dismissed the call and tapped on Aella’s instead.

Aella had just stepped out of the shower, clad in cozy pajamas, her skin glowing from her skincare routine. When Tyrone’s video request appeared, she frowned slightly. After a brief pause, she decided to answer.

His voice, soft and cautious, came through the screen. “How was your day? Are you settling in over there?”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. She excused herself, moving to answer.

Standing there was Daniel, and her face lit up with a bright smile. “Daniel!” she exclaimed, pulling him inside with enthusiasm.

In the hustle of the moment, her thumb brushed across the screen, inadvertently disconnecting Tyrone’s call.

On the other end, Tyrone stared at the now black screen, frustration and confusion twisting his features as he gripped the phone tightly. A wave of worst-case scenarios crashed over him, compelling him to book a flight to Tuspuyria that very night.

By the time his plane touched down, it was well past midnight. Not wanting to disrupt Aella’s sleep, he reserved a room at her hotel, hoping to rest before seeking her out.

As dawn broke, he approached her door, ready to knock, but a passing staff member informed him that she had left early.

As they approached the car, Noel’s voice broke through the tension. “Mr. Winter—Ms. Reid is over there.”

Tyrone looked up and saw Aella with Daniel. It appeared they had just exited the mall, both carrying their own shopping bags.

Aella’s mood seemed buoyant; her eyes sparkled with joy. “Daniel, you’re always so busy—you didn’t have to come all this way just to see me.”

Daniel placed his bags in the trunk, then gently brushed a dry leaf from Aella’s shoulder. “With your talent in sleep-disorder research, you’re my lucky star. I’m worried someone might try to poach you. If I could, I’d lock you away and cherish you in secret.”

Aella chuckled, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Then you’re my money magnet. I’m counting on you to make me rich. Even if you don’t want me, I’ll shamelessly cling to you.”

Daniel took the remaining bags from her, then noticed her shoelace was undone. He crouched down to tie it, his focus unwavering.

Aella instinctively drew her foot back, flustered. “Daniel, I can do it myself.”

Daniel remained where he was, a reassuring smile on his face. “Your hands are full with drinks. Allow me to help.”

Aella couldn’t help but feel that this “money magnet” was genuinely too kind. “Daniel, please don’t tie girls’ shoelaces anymore. If your wife sees it, she might get upset.”