Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 416

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 416**

**Chapter 416 Don’t Even Think About Replacing the Heir!**

As Virginia concluded her impassioned speech, she cast Edwin a lingering glance filled with unspoken words before swiftly exiting the room.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, Ralph remained rooted to the spot, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his mind. What was he supposed to say now?

How could they all dare to threaten him, one after another, as if he were some pawn in their game?

Edwin, who had been silent until now, finally broke the tense atmosphere. “Don’t even think about replacing the heir!” he admonished, his voice firm and unwavering.

Ralph felt a pang of regret wash over him, the bravado he had moments ago dissipating into thin air as he muttered, “Dad, I only said that because I was angry.” His voice was barely above a whisper, the weight of his words hanging heavy between them.

With a low, warning tone, Edwin replied, “Tyrone has the McCarthy family backing him, one of the Eight Great Families, and he also has his uncle, Victor Webster. You need to think carefully about the implications of this situation.”

Ralph’s anger began to simmer down, but frustration still lingered in his chest. “Dad, all I want is for Tyrone to steer clear of the Reids and marry someone from a family as formidable as ours. I’m trying to help him! But just look at how he treats me.”

Edwin’s eyes, though clouded with concern, remained sharp and piercing. “He’s an adult now, Ralph. You must learn to manage your temper. Stop lashing out at Virginia and the kids.”

Ralph shot back, his voice rising slightly, “Tyrone grew up looking up to me. He’s only started acting differently recently. It’s those Reids who’ve influenced him!”

Edwin’s expression hardened. “No matter who he’s been speaking to, he is still your son and the best candidate to lead the Winter Group. You need to win him back. Keep him close, and no one will be able to sever the bond between you two.”

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Later that night, at the Regal Club, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Tyrone sat alone in a private room, nursing a drink, when Brad walked in, breaking the solitude.

Tyrone glanced up, his eyes meeting Brad’s, and poured a glass of red wine for him with a practiced ease.

Brad accepted the drink but placed it on the coffee table without taking a sip. His gaze lingered on the bruises marring Tyrone’s face. “Raine mentioned you had a significant altercation at home. What exactly happened?”

Tyrone remained silent, tilting his head back to gulp down a generous mouthful of the wine.

Brad, sensing the shift in mood, reached out and snatched the glass from Tyrone’s hand. “Is this about Aella?” he pressed, his voice laced with concern.

Tyrone sank deeper into the couch, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

How he wished he could sever ties with Ralph and Edwin, all for Aella’s sake.

He yearned to abandon everything and simply be with her, to have her gaze linger on him, to be granted just one genuine chance at love.

But alas, it was merely a dream that danced tantalizingly in his mind.

Leaning forward, he poured himself another drink, his dark eyes, like endless abysses, fixating on the swirling red liquid in the glass for a long, contemplative moment.

“My grandpa and my dad keep insisting that everything the Winters possess will eventually belong to me. Yet, unbeknownst to me, they scrutinize my finances, meddle in my personal affairs, and even send people to shadow me, reporting every little thing I do,” he confessed, a sharp ache piercing through his heart.

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