Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 347

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Noel gathered his courage and said, “Mr. Edwin, Mr. Ralph, if you keep forcing Mr. Tyrone to give up his wife, you might as well be asking him to give up his life.”

Tyrone was rushed to the hospital in critical condition.

Aella made it home safely.

Brad and Raine dropped her off at the door, then quietly left home.

In the living room, Aella sat on the couch, surrounded by her worried family. They asked over and over if she was hurt.

Aella comforted them. “Dad, Mom, he just wanted to force me to remarry him. He didn’t hurt me.”

Warren sighed. “I used to think that kid was calm and steady. Never thought he’d turn out like this.”

Sayer, still angry about everything Tyrone had done, snapped, “That’s because you never saw through him. Smart people like him are always a little twisted inside.”

Miriam nodded in agreement. “Look at the other powerful families–every one of them sticks together. Brothers and sisters watch each other’s backs. But him? He took over the company all by himself at such a young age. Outsmarted those old board members, fought through the business world, and came out on top. A man that ambitious and ruthless? He’s not normal. We should keep our distance from now on.”

Aella silently agreed with her mother.

Dealing with Tyrone always came with risks. He could turn on you guard down.

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She said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ve made things clear with him. He promised not to bother me anymore. We’ll both move on with our lives.”

Her calm reassurance finally eased everyone’s nerves.

Miriam stood up. “Aella, go take a shower and get some rest. Your father and I will fix lunch. Clyde will come get you when it’s ready.”

Sayer pushed her gently toward her room. “You must be exhausted. Get some sleep; I’ll call you when it’s time to eat.”

Aella smiled and patted his newly styled hair. “Mr. Locke, thank you for taking care of my

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On the way home, she’d learned what had happened.

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During the two days she was trapped on that island with Tyrone, Sayer had stayed with her parents the whole time.

Sayer worried Miriam might have a heart attack, so he slept on their couch both nights just to be safe.

Aella would never forget that kindness.

Sayer smacked Aella’s hand away. “I told you not to pat my head like I’m a dog!”

Aella chuckled. “Fine, I’ll invite Ms. Hill over next time. You can keep her company.”

Watching Sayer jump up and down in frustration, Aella laughed and closed the door behind her.

No matter how bad her day was, a long hot bath and her favorite cartoon pajamas always worked like magic. Once she curled up in bed, the heaviness in her chest started to fade.

She believed that after what happened today, Tyrone must have finally come to his senses. He must have given up for good.

Without him around, she could finally move at her own pace, without fear, without rush.

Aella reached for her phone to call Daniel, only to find it dead.

She sighed, got up to find her charger, and nearly knocked over a small cardboard box on the shelf.

When she opened it, she realized it was full of old things from high school–stuff her mom must’ve accidentally brought along when helping her move.

As she rummaged through the box, her eyes landed on a small clay figurine.

She picked it up carefully and noticed a long crack running across its body.

Her mind drifted back to a weekend years ago.

She had begged Tyrone to walk with her, and on a street corner, she’d found a vendor selling handmade clay dolls.

Aella had told him the dolls looked best in pairs–one of her, one of him.

Tyrone said she was childish, but he sat down beside her anyway.

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While she tried to mold a tiny version of him with clumsy hands, Tyrone just scrolled through his phone, waiting.

It had taken her over an hour to finish that crooked little figure.

Now, looking at it again, Aella couldn’t help but smile faintly. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Pretty childish.”

With a soft clack, she tossed the clay doll into the trash.

The crack widened instantly, and the figure shattered into pieces.

At that same time, in the hospital.

When Brad and Raine arrived, Tyrone had just been moved into the hospital ward.

The doctor explained that although he was out of danger, the bleeding in his stomach was severe, and he needed to be hospitalized.

Inside the room, Edwin and Tyrone’s parents stood in silence, their faces heavy.

Noel lingered nervously outside the door, too afraid to go in.

Brad turned to Tyrone’s parents and said quietly, “Mr. Ralph, he’s stable now. You should go home and rest. I’ll stay here and call if anything changes.”

Edwin, who had been silent until then, finally spoke in a low voice, “Ralph, you and come with me. We need to talk.”

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Brad glanced at Edwin’s grim face and said carefully, “Tyrone’s in no state for pressure right now. Please don’t push him to get engaged to Vivienne.”

Raine nodded quickly and agreed. “Brad’s right. No engagement is more important than Tyrone’s life!”

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