From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Who is Your Wife?

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Tyrone saw Aella holding a child in her arms. His gaze then shifted to Mason, who stood beside

her.

Without betraying any of his emotion, he walked over and asked calmly, “You two know each other?”

Aella glanced at Zera standing behind him but said nothing.

No wonder Tyrone had insisted earlier that morning that he needed to drop her at the hospital.

It made sense now.

The only people who could make him drop everything at work to show up personally were Zera and their son.

From the look on Zera and Tyrone’s faces, there was no doubt the boy who hurt Henry was their son.

The silence grew heavy. Tyrone’s face darkened while Zera looked uneasy.

The air turned tense.

“Dr. Reid,” Mason asked politely, “you know them?”

Before Aella could reply, Zera quickly stepped forward. “Mr. Fulford, yes-we know Dr. Reid.”

Mason nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

“Mommy,” Henry whispered, clinging to Aella’s shoulder like a frightened puppy.

The boy brushed his cheek against her neck.

Aella gently patted his back, then carried the boy past Tyrone into the hospital room.

Zera’s eyes widened. She grabbed Tyrone’s arm in shock. “Tyrone, did you hear that? That kid called her Mom! You heard it, didn’t you?”

Tyrone subtly pulled his arm free. “You heard it wrongly,” he said flatly.

Mason was someone Tyrone knew by name, but not personally.

He was a powerhouse in the legal world, handling only high-profile corporate cases. Mason was constantly flying from city to city, rarely mingling with the upper-class families in Vleka.

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Tyrone had never been close to him. Aella definitely wouldn’t have crossed paths with a man like him.

It had to be a doctor-patient connection.

When Tyrone and Zera entered the hospital room, Aella was sitting by Henry’s bedside, gently comforting him.

Zera stepped forward to face Mason, her arrogance from their first meeting completely gone.

“Mr. Fulford,” she began, her tone suddenly soft, “this was my son’s fault. He’s young and didn’t know any better. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Mason stood beside the bed, holding a children’s water bottle in one hand. “Ms. Caldwell,” he said evenly, “that’s not the attitude you had when we first spoke.”

Zera looked down, her cheeks burning in awkwardness.

Earlier that day, the teacher told her that Orson got into a fight at school.

Zera tried to bribe the teacher with a thousand dollars, but the teacher refused. She insisted the

parents meet.

Thinking she could get the upper hand, Zera had shown up acting tough, confident the other family would back down once they saw she wasn’t easy to mess with.

She never imagined the person on the other side would turn out to be someone she couldn’t afford to offend.

Her eyes darted toward Tyrone, silently pleading for help.

Tyrone said calmly, “Mr. Fulford, I know you’re an excellent lawyer. But grudges only make things worse. I’ll double the payment for your son’s medical and recovery expenses. Orson will make a public apology. I hope we can settle this privately.”

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