Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312 You’re Family

Aella pursed her lips and stayed silent.

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Tyrone’s tone grew sharp as he demanded, “Aella, do you even know Victor? Do you have any idea what kind of man he used to be?”

He was exhausted, but his eyes flashed with anger.

He met her gaze. “Aella, you’ve got your parents and a younger brother who depend on you. Don’t risk your life so carelessly!”

His voice was harsh as he added, “What if I hadn’t shown up in time? What if you’d gotten hurt?”

Tyrone blurted, “Do you have any idea how worried I was last night?”

Aella waited quietly by the bed until he finished.

She looked Tyrone in the eyes and said, “Tyrone, you once told me that no one but my family would care whether I lived or died. You said no one would care, and I guess that included you.”

She continued, “Remember when I threatened you with a fruit knife to stop you from seeing Zera? Back then, you didn’t care if I lived or died, so why act concerned now?”

Thinking about the past, Aella couldn’t help but feel a storm inside.

Those old wounds would never heal; she remembered everything he did.

Every word she said was a dagger to Tyrone’s heart.

Tyrone gritted his teeth against the pain and struggled to the edge of the bed.

He reached out and gently grabbed her arm, his eyes rimmed red. His voice dropped to a whisper as he said, “I know I was wrong before. I swear it’ll never happen again. Can we just forget about all that?”

Forget?

Aella let out a cold laugh and yanked her arm free.

She asked him, “If I did that to you, could you just let it go?”

Tyrone braced himself on the bed, holding back.

He met her eyes. “Aella, whether you believe me or not, I only said what I did because I knew

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you’d never do anything reckless. You love your family too much to act rashly. That’s why…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice trailed off.

Aella said, “So, as long as I didn’t die, you never cared how badly I was hurt. My needs never mattered, and you let my feelings spiral out of control. That’s your idea of admitting you were wrong?”

Tyrone fell into a gloomy silence, unable to answer.

All those old hurts felt like an unbridgeable gap between them.

Aella’s tone softened. “Tyrone, the only reason I brought you to the hospital was to avoid more trouble for myself. I’m terrified of every single Winter man–old or young. Please, just let me go.”

Tyrone lost control. He climbed out of bed and blocked her path, ignoring the pain in his body.

He towered over her, locking eyes with her.

“I only wanted you to take care of me while I’m hurt. I just wanted you here while I recover. I never meant to give you a hard time.”

Aella frowned. “I already hired nurses for you. If two aren’t enough, I’ll hire more. Medical bills are taken care of, too. If you want compensation, I’ll do what’s fair.”

Tyrone’s shoulders slumped.

He gripped her arm again, voice urgent. “I want you here, not the nurses. Can you please stop being so cold to me?”

They stood there, close enough to see each other’s eyes.

Aella said calmly, “No matter how cold I am to you now, it doesn’t come close to what to me back then.”

Tyrone’s hand slid away from her wrist.

ella turned to leave.

He called back to her, “Aella, I know I let you down.”

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He added, “I’m not asking for forgiveness now, but can you at least talk to me when I’m trying to make things right?”

Aella stopped and looked over her shoulder.

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She said, “Maybe you don’t think I’m being warm, but at least I tried to communicate with you. During our marriage, Mr. Winter, you froze me out completely. Compared to the cold shoulder you gave me during our marriage, I’ve already done you a favor.”

With that, she left the room.

Tyrone slumped at the edge of the bed, looking more defeated than ever.

His upper body swayed with weakness, and it seemed he might collapse at any moment.

The two nurses hired by Aella soon hurried in. When they saw the state he was in, they rushed to get the doctor.

Victor arrived just as the doctor finished cleaning Tyrone’s wounds and started the IV.

Half–reclined on the bed, Tyrone shot Victor a complicated look.

Victor wheeled himself in, now wearing a striking dark red blazer.

He gave Tyrone a long, unreadable once–over and let out a small, ambiguous laugh.

Tyrone said flatly, “You could have had your bodyguards surround those men sooner, but you waited for Aella to jump in and save you. That’s how I got stabbed twice.”

He went on, “Uncle Victor, you’re family. Why let me get hurt like this?”

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