From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 An Act

Zera finished speaking, her eyes darting toward Aella, searching for a reaction.

Tyrone had already admitted to the Winters‘ elders that he was the father of her son.

He once promised her that he would never reveal the boy’s true identity.

But now, with her son calling him “dad” in front of Aella, denial was no longer possible.

Tyrone’s gaze grew heavy, his eyes locked on Aella’s face. His voice was low.

“I’ll get you an Uber. You should head home and get some rest.”

Aella stood calm and steady before him.

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She tilted her chin slightly and met his conflicted eyes with a faint smile. Her tone was soft.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine. I’ll call my own ride.”

The more she smiled, the darker Tyrone’s face became.

Aella turned, pressing a packet of medicine into Zera’s hands. “His wrist is hurt. Remind him to take these on time.”

Zera glanced quickly at Tyrone before taking the medicine.

Seeing how stormy his expression had grown, she rushed to apologize. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Winter. I didn’t keep an eye on my son. I caused you trouble.”

Aella shook her head with a light smile. “It’s the holiday. Families should be together. I forgot all about it tonight. Next time I’ll remind him.”

Before her words finished, Tyrone stepped forward. He snatched the medicine back from Zera. His voice was firm. “Zera, get in the car,”

Zera gave Aella one last look, then obeyed. She slipped inside quietly.

Tyrone shut the door, then turned and pressed the medicine into Aella’s hand, his palm closing

over hers.

“Don’t read too much into this. I’ll be home soon.”

Aella slid her hand free without a ripple in her expression. “If it gets late, don’t bother. Stay and spend time with them.”

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Chapter 130 An Act

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Tyrone’s stare pierced her

Her calm smile pressed on his chest like a weight he could not lift. His breath grew heavy.

When he still didn’t move. Aella gave him a push toward the car. Her tone was light, almost casual.

“If you’re not ready to make it public, then be careful. Don’t let the press catch you. And don’t worry, I remember the terms of the prenup. I won’t make a scene.”

“Aella?”

His voice cracked, raw with emotion.

He couldn’t explain, but he also couldn’t accept her indifference.

Agitation burned in him, restless and choking.

From inside the car, Zera leaned out, her voice sharp.

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