From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 112

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 112 A Woman He Could Control Completely

48. Pearls

Aella pulled free from Tyrone’s arms and sank back against the wardrobe, gasping for air.

Her damp lashes shook, and her brows knitted tightly. She looked completely undone–messy, fragile, and unsteady.

Tyrone looked down at her and took in the way she appeared after his kiss. He then stepped closer, smoothing her tangled hair and straightening the loose neckline of her robe.

When she kept her head lowered and said nothing, he wrapped his arms around her again.

“Eat something before seeing your mom at the hospital,” he said softly. “I’ll pick you up later, and we’ll have dinner at the Winter Estate.”

After he left, Aella lingered in the dressing room for a long while before finally stepping out.

Emma greeted her with concern. “Mrs. Winter, Mr. Winter said your blood sugar’s low. I made some stew for you.”

Aella shook her head. “I’m not hungry, Emma. I need to get to the hospital.”

Emma sighed and gently guided her toward the dining room. “Your health comes first. No. matter how big the problem is, you can’t fix it on an empty stomach.”

Aella gave her a small, grateful smile and picked up a spoon. “Thank you, Emma.”

She forced down a few bites before heading out to the hospital.

When Miriam saw her, tears immediately streamed down her face.

Clyde, tall and still filling out his frame, stood frozen, struggling to find words.

Aella ran a hand over his short hair, her chest tightening with ache.

Swallowing the pain, she managed a faint smile.

Sitting beside her mother’s bed, Aella held her hand. “You and Dad don’t have to worry about me. I’m okay.”

Miriam’s lips trembled, but she didn’t say a word.

Aella tried to sound light. “Look at other married couples–the men step out even when they’re

broke.”

She added, “At least the Winters have money and status. I live comfortably. I eat, wear, and use

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all the best things.”

With just a few sentences, she shut down anything her parents might have wanted to say.

By noon, they shared a modest meal in the hospital room.

Four of them huddled around a tiny table–bittersweet, yet warm.

Then came a knock at the door.

All four turned as Tyrone entered, carrying a stacked lunchbox.

Aella stood. “What are you doing here?”

He set the box on the table. “It’s a public holiday. I came to have lunch with

you

all.”

The Reids immediately set down their utensils.

Clyde jumped to his feet, glaring at Tyrone. “Who wants to eat with you?”

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