From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Virginia Applies Pressure

+8 Pearla

Tyrone said into the phone, “Mr. Locke, if you ever visit Capital City, let me play host and return the courtesy.”

The moment he hung up, Noel’s phone buzzed.

One glance at the caller ID, and his face fell.

He walked over to Tyrone, hesitant. “Mr. Winter, Ms. Caldwell’s been calling again. Do you want to handle it yourself?”

Tyrone’s gaze dropped to the glass of red wine in his hand.

He said quietly, “You deal with it. Just make sure she and her son can live comfortably here in Vleka.”

Noel’s mouth twitched, but he bit back what he wanted to say.

Ever since the boss told him to “handle” Zera’s affairs, his nights had been pure hell.

If she didn’t call by midnight, it meant she was saving up for the next round.

Now, she’d stopped distinguishing day from night.

He couldn’t sleep, his wife yelled at him, and twice he’d been kicked off the bed—nearly threw out his back.

If this kept up, the boss wouldn’t be the one filing for divorce—he would.

Just then, Virginia knocked and came in. Noel poured tea for her before slipping out quickly.

As the door closed, Tyrone led his mother to the lounge.

She didn’t bother circling. “You’ve heard about Zera, haven’t you?”

He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, eyes lowered, and nodded once.

Zera’s tone was firm. “Aella’s getting more and more out of line. While you were away, she sent your grandfather to the hospital, and she still hasn’t gone to see him.”

Tyrone’s eyes dropped again, hiding the storm behind them.

Aella treated him like a stranger now-his family didn’t stand a chance.

When he didn’t respond, his mother pressed on. “Everyone knows about you and Zera. If Aella

1/3

10:22 Wed, Oct 22

Chapter 211 Virginia Applies Pressure

89

+8 Pearls

keeps acting up, it only makes things worse. Your father, grandfather, and I have discussed it-if you don’t want to remarry, we won’t force you. But you need to end things with Aella and settle Zera and the boy. After all, that child is your blood.”

Tyrone’s expression hardened. “Mom, I’ll handle my own life. I don’t want anyone interfering.”

She set her teacup down, her voice sharpening. “Tyrone, I didn’t come to negotiate. That boy carries the Winter bloodline. With Zera in trouble, his life’s directly affected. You will take care of this.”

He stood abruptly, pacing a tight circle, frustration in every movement.

He muttered, “I never say I wouldn’t. I’ve got a meeting soon. I’ll deal with it after.”

She picked up her bag and rose.

She said heavily, “Tyrone, if you can’t control Aella-if she won’t behave-you need to seriously consider divorce. Our family isn’t small-town gossip fodder. We can’t afford that kind of disgrace.”

His face changed instantly.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify