From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Your Only Way Out

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Tyrone looked at Zera and said coldly, “Zera, you couldn’t fit into my life six years ago. You definitely can’t now. Take Orson and live your life. That’s the only way out for you.”

When he finished, he got in his car and drove away.

At the same time, downtown Vleka’s night market was buzzing.

Sixer jogged over with a cup of bubble tea and held it out to Aella.

He crouched beside the car door, loyal and concerned, and asked, “Aella, are you okay? Want me to beat him up for you?”

Aella wiped the tears from her face, stuck a straw in the drink, and took a big sip.

“Don’t,” she said quietly. “I’m fine.”

No one knew Tyrone’s strength better than she did.

Brad-who’d won both kickboxing and taekwondo championships at an elite MMA club- couldn’t even last a round against Tyrone.

Sixer was barely in his twenties, just a kid. No matter how tough he thought he was, he wasn’t a match for Tyrone.

“Mr. Locke,” Aella said calmly, “please take me to Webster Manor.”

Late that night, at Webster Manor.

The butler led Sixer and Aella into the living room.

Aella politely greeted Leland.

Leland glanced at the antique quartz clock on the wall. “Dr. Reid,” he said, “what brings you and Mr. Locke to my place at such a late hour?”

Aella spoke directly. “Mr. Webster, I had a fight with my husband tonight. I’d like to stay for a couple of days.”

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Tyrone was having an affair. Although their discussions about divorce may not have been public, it was no secret among Vleka’s upper circles. She saw no point in pretending.

Leland rejected flatly, “Married couples fight, but they always make up. If you don’t want to go home, I can arrange a hotel or a resort for you.”

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Chapter 216 Your Only Way Out

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Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from the second floor. “Grandpa, she’s my guest. I’ll take care of it.”

Aella looked up and saw Victor by the railing.

She gave Sixer a look. He understood and left. Aella climbed the stairs, her heels clicking against the marble.

Victor’s sharp gaze swept over her tear-stained eyes. “Did he upset you again?” he asked dryly.

Aella squatted beside his wheelchair with a hurtful expression and nodded seriously.

“Victor,” she said, “Tyrone lied to me. He said he had a business dinner, but he was actually with his lover. And I caught them red-handed.”

Victor’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

After spending time with Aella, he’d learned her moods well.

When she treated his injuries, she was the boss.

When they hung out, she called him Mr. Vic.

But whenever she needed something, she suddenly switched to the sweet Victor.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, how long are you planning to hide here?”

Aella thought for a moment. “A week,” she said.

Tyrone had been suspicious for days. He didn’t believe Aella’s claim that she’d been sick with a cold. He thought her nausea might be pregnancy symptoms.

To throw him off, Aella used a little trick and told him she was on her period.

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