Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 427

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 427**
**CONTENT: Once Cast-Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen**

**Chapter 427 Keep Your Word**

As Tyrone reflected on his conversation with Aella from that fateful night, a familiar ache gripped his heart, twisting it painfully. The memory lingered like a haunting melody, echoing in the corners of his mind.

With each sluggish step he took into the living room, he felt as though Aella’s presence was etched into the very walls, her shadow following him like a ghost. It was as if she had left an imprint on his soul that he couldn’t shake off.

Instead of retreating to the solitude of his bedroom, he sank onto the couch, the cushions enveloping him in a heavy embrace. He stared blankly at the unyielding ceiling above, his eyes devoid of life. “It’s okay,” he reassured himself, his voice barely a whisper in the silence. “Whether Aella returns or not, I will safeguard this home.”

The dawn broke with an abrupt jolt as his phone erupted into a cacophony of sound, pulling him from the depths of his troubled thoughts. The sharp ring was a rude awakening, a reminder that life continued outside the cocoon of his sorrow.

By nine that morning, he found himself at Winter Estate, stepping through the grand entrance only to be met with the sight of Edwin, Ralph, and Virginia. Their expressions were grave, shadows of worry etched across their faces.

A flicker of Aella’s words from the previous night danced in his mind, and he felt some of the fatigue lift from his features. “These people are still my family,” he thought, a twinge of determination sparking within him. Despite the anger that simmered beneath the surface, he could never sever the ties that bound them.

He unfastened his suit jacket and took a seat across from Ralph and Virginia, the weight of the world pressing down on him. Ralph wasted no time, his voice cutting through the tension. “Your grandpa’s shares are already signed over to you. When do you plan to return to the company?”

Tyrone leaned back, contemplating his response. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait until everything is finalized,” he replied, his tone steady. In this life, he vowed to thrive for the sake of his family, ensuring their well-being above all else.

But deep down, he knew he had to remain resolute. He would not allow himself to become complacent again. He would rise to the top of Vleka, quietly shielding Aella in his own way, ensuring her happiness—even if that happiness was independent of him.

Virginia stood up, her eyes narrowing as she confronted him directly. “Didn’t you say you severed ties with Zera? Then why did she show up at the birthday party with you and Aella?”

A shadow crossed Tyrone’s face, darkening his features. He rose to his feet, his voice firm as he replied, “Mom, I have someone looking into that situation.”

Edwin interjected sharply, his tone accusatory. “Wasn’t it you who brought Zera back into the country?”

Tyrone stepped closer to Edwin, the tension palpable. “Grandpa, that wasn’t my doing.”

Turning his gaze to Ralph and Virginia, he added, “Dad, Mom, please don’t worry. I will never involve myself with Zera again.”

Ralph let out a disdainful snort, his skepticism clear. “You’d better keep your word on that.”

Virginia’s disbelief was palpable. “She returned and immediately found the hotel where you and Aella were celebrating. If you didn’t inform her, how could she have known where to go?”

Tyrone averted his gaze, concealing the turmoil brewing within. He was certain that Zera’s appearance was tied to Aella.

Ralph nodded resolutely. “I keep my promises.”

Tyrone smirked slightly, a playful challenge sparking in his eyes. “Then you better treat Mom well. If you don’t, I’ll be the one to suggest a divorce.”

With that, he added, “You all should get some rest. I’m heading back.”

Virginia watched him leave, a wave of relief washing over her. As long as he didn’t dwell on Zera anymore, she felt a sense of security.

Ralph pointed at Tyrone’s retreating figure, his voice rising in indignation. “I’m your father! How can you speak to me like that?”

Tyrone walked out without glancing back, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

He opened his car door and tilted his head towards the sky, the sunlight bathing him in warmth and clarity. It felt as if the rays were washing away the shadows that had clung to him for so long.

From Edwin and Ralph’s demeanor, he finally gleaned a deeper understanding.

In his previous life, the relentless pressure from Edwin and Ralph had stemmed from their concern for him. Zera had “rescued” him, leading him to believe she was a virtuous person. He had thought he understood her, but now he realized the truth was far more complex.