Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 434

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 434**
**CONTENT:** Chapter 434 Favor

Aella leaned closer to the camera, her expression firm as she interrupted him, “I asked you to be my brother, not my father. Just take it easy, Tyrone.” With that, she abruptly ended the call, leaving him staring at the screen, a mix of frustration and regret swirling within him.

He had finally understood how to care for her, but it was far too late.

Burrowing deep into her covers, Aella felt the warmth envelop her, a stark contrast to the chill that lingered in her heart.

On the other side of the line, Tyrone was wide awake, tossing and turning in his bed, unable to find solace in sleep.

Once, their conversations had been filled with intimacy and affection, but now, her tone had shifted, becoming a cold reminder of the distance that had grown between them.

That tone—it was a weapon, sharp and precise, reminding him of the pain he had inflicted upon her. Each time she spoke like that, it was as if she was drawing a line in the sand, urging him to keep his distance, to remember the promises he had made and broken.

It was a tone that created an invisible barrier, one that kept her from ever truly returning to him, no matter how much he longed for her presence.

She had chosen to keep him in her life, but only as a spectator, watching her find happiness without him. It felt like a slow, agonizing death, each passing moment a reminder of what he had lost.

The following morning, at nine o’clock sharp, Tyrone found himself in the sleek, modern office of the Winter Group, surrounded by the muted hum of corporate life.

Noel, his assistant, placed a folder on the polished desk and glanced up, catching sight of Tyrone, who was preoccupied with a pen in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling through the weather forecast for Tuspuyria.

Noel couldn’t help but smirk to himself—his boss was clearly lovesick. He had already noticed Tyrone checking that WhatsApp avatar labeled “Wife” several times that morning, each glance a silent testament to his inner turmoil.

“Mr. Winter,” Noel began, stepping forward, “Mr. Cunningham has arrived without an appointment. He’s asking to see you.”

Tyrone locked his screen, his brow furrowing. “What does he want?”

Noel shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “No idea, sir. He mentioned it concerns Ms. Caldwell.”

Tyrone rose from his chair, moving toward the bar, his mind racing. In a previous life, Anna-Zera’s aunt had become Mrs. Cunningham, a union forged “by virtue of the child,” but that had only occurred after his divorce from Aella.

It seemed that Anna’s connection with George had been “close” long before the Cunningham patriarch ever finalized his divorce.

Behind him, Noel offered a gentle reminder, his voice steady. “Mr. Winter, given how much time has passed, the evidence we can present is limited. With Mr. Cunningham intervening and considering the extensive Cunningham network, proving that the Caldwells orchestrated the crash to extort money is going to be a challenge.”

Tyrone poured himself a drink, his expression unreadable. “Send him in.”

**14:30 Sat, Dec 13 D**

Chapter 434 Favor

George entered the room, placing a small case on the coffee table with a sense of formality. “Mr. Winter, a token of regard.”

Tyrone neither accepted the case nor even glanced at it. “I don’t take favors without a reason. Mr. Cunningham, just tell me what you came here to say.”

Seeing George awkwardly clutching the case, Noel quickly stepped forward, pouring tea and quietly “accepting” the gift on Tyrone’s behalf. Whatever it was, anything brought to Tyrone personally was never insignificant.

George settled into the chair opposite Tyrone, his palms rubbing together nervously, betraying his anxiety.

He forced the words out, “Mr. Winter, I’m here to ask you to let Ms. Caldwell off the hook.”

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