Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 436

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 436**
**CONTENT: Chapter 436 Tossed Out**

As the door swung open, Anna strode in with her handbag perched on her arm, exuding an air of determination. In a flurry of activity, Daphne scurried to shove the disarrayed luggage into a corner, her movements frantic and defensive.

Anna surveyed the chaotic living room, taking in the scattered belongings and the tension that hung thick in the air. Without hesitation, she made her way directly to Zera, her heart sinking at the sight of her niece’s distress. “Zera, what on earth happened here?”

The moment Zera’s gaze met Anna’s, the floodgates opened, and she dissolved into tears, her voice choked with emotion. “Aunt Anna, Daphne wants to throw us out!”

Anna instinctively grasped Zera’s hand, her eyes brimming with compassion. “It’s going to be alright, my dear. I’m right here with you.”

Turning her attention to Shirley, Anna’s voice took on a steely edge. “Shirley, blood is thicker than water. How can you stand idly by while your son and his wife try to push your own daughter out of her home?”

Yet, even in this moment of crisis, Shirley remained steadfastly aligned with her son. “Anna, please mind your tone. Julian and Daphne are struggling too. This place is cramped as it is—adding two more people at once is simply too much to handle.”

Zera looked at her mother, her heart aching with betrayal. “Mom, she just tried to throw you out as well! How can you still side with them?”

Shirley shot her a venomous glare, her patience wearing thin. “Stop talking nonsense. Daphne may have a sharp tongue, but she has a soft heart. It’s just the pressure of the situation—she’s trying to shoulder the burden.”

Daphne, sensing the rising tension, rushed to diffuse it. “Anna, please don’t take Zera’s words to heart. Siblings bicker sometimes. We only exchanged a few heated words. She’s my husband’s sister—raising a child alone is no easy task. I would never truly kick her out.”

Anna’s eyes flicked to the disheveled pile of luggage in the corner, her fists clenching in frustration. “Zera nearly went to jail for this family. Without her sacrifices, you wouldn’t even have a place in Vleka. Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?”

She continued, her voice firm, “I’ve already repaid the 60 million dollars that Zera owed the Winters. My brother passed away too soon; I only have one niece and one nephew. This apartment still belongs to Julian—Zera won’t contest it.”

Daphne plastered a smile on her face, trying to mask the tension. “Anna, we’re all family here—there’s no need to draw lines. Whenever Zera returns, this will always be her home.”

Anna turned back to Zera, her expression softening. “I’ll find you a place to stay. Don’t engage with them any longer.”

With her eyes glistening, Zera nodded, a mix of gratitude and sorrow washing over her. “Thank you, Aunt Anna. I’ll do as you say.”

That night, Zera gathered her belongings, took her child in her arms, and left with Anna, the weight of their departure heavy in the air.

Once they were gone, Daphne’s demeanor shifted dramatically. She spat on the floor in disgust, her frustration boiling over.

“Julian, look at that! Anyone would think your sister was Anna’s daughter!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with contempt.

At 10 p.m., Anna led Zera and her son to the third floor of her beauty clinic, her sanctuary amidst the chaos.

“Zera, this is my space. I own this place. This suite is where I rest between clients. You and the boy can stay here for now,” she said, her voice soothing yet firm.

Zera clutched her aunt’s hand tightly, panic creeping into her voice. “Aunt Anna, I’ve offended Tyrone. I can’t go back to Tuspuyria—Julian and Daphne won’t accept me. What am I supposed to do now?”

Anna let out a weary sigh, her heart heavy with the burden of Zera’s troubles. “Your mother and brother filled me in on everything. Don’t fret about Tyrone—I’ve smoothed things over. I also repaid that 60 million. As long as you don’t provoke him again, he won’t come after you.”

A wave of relief washed over Zera, but it was quickly overshadowed by a bitter resentment that bubbled to the surface.

She had dedicated years of her life to manipulating Tyrone. Why should it all end like this?

Anna’s gaze drifted to little Orson, who was playing quietly not far away.

Reaching for a tissue, she gently dabbed at Zera’s tears. “Listen to me, Zera. While outsiders are still unaware that you have a child…”

She gave Zera a knowing look, prompting her to consider the implications.

Zera’s eyes fell on her son, and resentment began to pool there, dark and heavy.

She hesitated, her voice wavering. “Aunt Anna, the child’s father is already married and living abroad. I tried to reach out to him—he refused to accept the boy. I had no choice but to bring him back here.”

The more she spoke, the more hatred flooded her gaze.

Years ago, she had taken the Winters’ 60 million from that old fossil and fled overseas, convinced she could secure her future.

She had set her sights on the Hansens’ younger son, Leonardo, orchestrating a pregnancy and believing she would marry into wealth.

But the reality was harsh—the bastard had turned his back on her, tossing her a few bills before marrying his fiancée and slamming the door shut on her dreams.

She had concocted a plan to leave the baby at the Hansens’ doorstep and return home, but the Winters’ patriarch had kept a watchful eye on her.

Her plans crumbled, and instead of freedom, she found herself trapped in a marriage filled with abuse, all while insisting that her child be named Orson—a reminder that Tyrone would never escape the guilt of his actions.

She had never anticipated that upon her return, Tyrone would tear down all her carefully constructed facades and hand her over to the police.

After all her meticulous planning, she had been left with no opportunity to speak, no chance to act.

Anna guided Zera into the bedroom, closing the door behind them with a sense of urgency.

Lowering her voice, she said, “Zera, don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. That child needs to be sent away.”

Zera gripped her aunt’s hand, desperation creeping into her voice. “Aunt Anna, Leonardo did give me money back then, but the boy is registered under my name. Where can I even send him?”

Anna offered a reassuring pat on Zera’s shoulder, her tone calming. “Relax. Money talks—I’ll handle this.”

Zera’s face twisted with rage. “Aunt Anna, I’m in this mess because of Tyrone’s fiancée. She’s the one who deceived me into coming back. I want her to pay.”

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