Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 323

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Aella’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

So this is Vivienne’s mother–Jasmine Guinevere.

What a day. Trouble just keep coming one after another.

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Aella rose from her chair. Standing in front of Jasmine, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her white coat.

“Mrs. Guinevere,” Aella said coolly, “whatever you want to do for Vivienne is your business. But this is

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clinic. If you keep talking like that, I won’t stay polite.”

Jasmine was proud, but she wasn’t stupid.

As the lady of the powerful Guineveres, she would never stoop so low as to get into a fight with someone like Aella. That would only make her look cheap.

She stood up calmly, meeting Aella’s gaze with a sharp look.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’ve seen plenty of people who want to do bad things and still keep a good reputation. You say I’m defending Vivienne–but tell me, what about when Mr. Winter got hurt saving you? What does that mean?”

“That was his own choice,” Aella said evenly.

“I’m divorced from Tyrone,” she continued. “We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Whether your daughter and he get engaged or married is none of my business. Go talk to Tyrone if you want attention, not me.”

Jasmine gave a satisfied nod. “Dr. Reid, I’ll remember what you said today.”

As soon as Jasmine left Aella’s office, Daniel knocked and stepped in.

“You need any help?” he asked.

Aella sighed and shook her head.

Daniel frowned. “Aella, Vivienne and that Zera woman aren’t even in the same league. The Guineveres are one of the most powerful families out there–tough, sharp, and ruthless. Vivienne might have a decent reputation, but her mother is a nightmare to deal with.”

He went on, “The Guineveres only care about power and profit. Before you even married Mr. Winter, they already wanted to ally with his family. Now that you’re divorced, Mrs. Guinevere clearly plans to make that happen. If Tyrone keeps holding on to you, she’ll make sure your life

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gets harder.”

Daniel looked serious. “If anything happens, promise me you’ll tell me right away.”

Aella gave him a helpless smile. “Daniel, I didn’t do anything wrong. So I’m not afraid.”

She decided to take things as they came.

She didn’t start trouble, but she wouldn’t run from it either.

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Daniel suddenly said, “The Cunninghams are hosting a dinner party this weekend. If you’ve got time, come with me as my plus–one. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Aella raised a brow. “Wait, you mean the Cunninghams? One of the Eight Great Families?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah. George Cunningham just got back from Ressovia. He’s throwing a party to introduce his new wife.”

Aella blinked. New wife? Didn’t he just turn 50?

Daniel smirked and flicked her forehead.

Aella rubbed the spot. “Daniel, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He laughed. “Exactly. He married her because she’s pregnant–and it’s a boy. This is his third marriage. The man’s obsessed with having a son, so now he treats her like a queen.”

Aella couldn’t help sighing.

Must be nice to be rich.

There were still women out there willing to have kids for a man in his 50s.

After being hassled by both Edwin and Jasmine in one day, Aella was mentally drained.

She went home early.

At home, she helped Miriam cook, tended the flowers in the yard with Warren, and chatted with Clyde. By the time she went to bed, her mood had finally lifted.

Before nine that night, Aella was lying on her bed, playing an online game with Sayer and Henry on her phone. She was laughing when a text from Tyrone popped up.

He said he was standing outside her house–he wanted to talk.

Aella pressed her lips together, finished her game round, and then stopped playing.

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After hesitating for a moment, she called Edwin.

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“Mr. Edwin,” she said on the phone, “does your family have too much free time or something? Why is someone from your house at my door in the middle of the night?”

Outside, Tyrone stood beside his car in a crisp black suit, his eyes fixed on the front door of the Reid Residence.

He could see the light still on in the main bedroom upstairs. He knew Aella was awake.

He glanced at the message he’d sent–still no reply.

Truth was, Aella hadn’t responded to him for a long time. No texts. No calls. Nothing.

She hadn’t blocked him, but she ignored him completely.

She surrounded herself with other people–but never let him get close.

That kind of quiet rejection cut deeper than any wound. It was like being sliced by a dull blade -slow, painful, never fatal, but impossible to forget.

And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The sound of a car door opening broke the silence behind him. Tyrone turned around.

The butler from the Winter Estate hurried out of the car.

Tyrone looked at him, then turned back toward the second–floor window, the light still shining through the glass.

His expression darkened bit by bit.

He already knew what this was about. Still, he asked in a low voice, “Why are you here?”

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