From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659 Cut It Off Yourself

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Hazel turned around just in time to see her son’s arm wrenched clean out of its socket.

She pointed at Tyrone, her vision going black. “Tyrone, you’re a monster!”

Tyrone didn’t flinch. “Mrs. Hazel, threatening me comes at a price.”

Hazel’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed on the spot.

Jenny was trembling so violently she didn’t even dare to plead for mercy anymore.

Matthew stared at his son’s mangled arm, the pain cutting through him like a blade.

But he swallowed it down and did not turn on Tyrone.

The Hills‘ heiress, Zera, had caused a scene at Tyrone’s engagement party and walked out only to be hit by a car–leaving her paralyzed and wheelchair–bound for life.

His own son had gone after the Reids‘ daughter and been beaten half to death, strung up in a tree, and had his arm ripped off.

Tyrone was every bit as ruthless as the rumors said.

Matthew forced his tone into something as close to civil as he could manage.

“Mr. Winter, the Townsends may not be on the same level as the Winters, but we’re still one of the top families in Vleka. I don’t know what my son did to provoke you, but he’s already lost an arm. I’d say the lesson has been learned. Can I take him home now?”

At the end of the day, his worthless son had been the one in the wrong first.

Whether this was personal or business, the Townsends were no match for Tyrone.

If he could walk out of here tonight with his son still breathing, that would be a blessing.

Tyrone let out a sigh, his tone slow and measured as he relented. “Out of respect for you, Mr. Townsend, I’m willing to let your son off this time.”

Matthew exhaled with relief.

Aella quietly let out a breath too.

She could feel the simmering rage still radiating off Tyrone’s body.

She was genuinely afraid he might actually kill someone tonight.

Then Tyrone continued, his voice as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “All you have to do is cut off your son’s other arm yourself, then hand over the Starlight project to Reid Group as an apology. Do that, and you can take him.”

The expression on Matthew’s face slowly froze.

He walked up to Tyrone, his expression dead serious. “Mr. Winter, enough is enough. I’ll hand the project over to Reid Group- consider it an apology for what my son did. But you’ve already taken one of his arms. Asking me to cut off the other one with my

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Chapter 659 Cut It Off Yourself

own hands–that’s asking me to sign my own son’s death warrant.”

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Aella hadn’t expected Tyrone to make such a savage demand either.

She was so tense she didn’t know who to reason with first.

Tyrone sensed the shift in Aella’s emotions.

He pulled her close, gently patting the back of her hand to calm her.

With his free hand, he took a long blade from one of the guards and dropped it on the ground in front of Matthew with a sharp clang.

Tyrone glanced at Zach, barely clinging to life on the tree, and offered a reminder. “Mr. Townsend, if you keep hesitating, your son’s going to bleed out.”

Matthew staggered backward on unsteady legs.

Tyrone spoke again, “Of course, if you really can’t bring yourself to do it, I’d be happy to lend a hand–for old times‘ sake between our families.”

Before Tyrone could even finish, Beatrice arrived with reinforcements, rushing onto the scene. “Tyrone, don’t push this too far!”

Beatrice pointed at Aella. “Aella, your grandmother and I have been dear friends for decades. I’ve always treated you like my own granddaughter. I never imagined you’d let my grandson be tortured like this. I am deeply disappointed in you!”

Aella saw Tyrone’s parents standing behind Beatrice and wriggled free from his arms.

She walked up to Beatrice.

For the first time, she spoke up for herself. “Mrs. Townsend, it was your grandson and granddaughter who used my classmate to lure me out here and tried to assault me.”

Aella pulled off the jacket Tyrone had draped over her and pointed at the handprint still burning red on her face.

“If Tyrone hadn’t gotten here when he did, you can imagine what your grandson would have done to me. Can’t you?”

Beatrice’s expression shifted to genuine shock when she saw the marks on Aella.

She looked at her son, then at her grandson hanging limp from the tree, and let out a heavy, defeated sigh.

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