From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 The Choice to Leave

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Without a second thought, Aella said, “Daniel, let me attend the academic conference in three days. Give Dr. Payne the spot for the end-of-month trip to Vofgan instead.”

Daniel hesitated. “But if you’re going to Qruledo, you’ll have to leave tonight.”

“I can leave anytime,” Aella replied calmly.

Daniel studied her for a moment, then nodded.

Inside, Aella’s emotions churned.

This way, she could go to Qruledo early and get the procedure done there. She wouldn’t have to wait until the end of the month.

She was still thinking about her plan when she reached the elevator. Tyrone caught her wrist.

Aella glanced around and shook off his hand. “If you have something to say, do it in my

They walked there in silence.

office.”

The door had barely closed when Tyrone suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Aella struggled, but he held her tight, refusing to let go.

His voice was low, rough, and full of helplessness.

“Aella, I’m sorry. I should’ve cleared things up about Zera right away. That was my fault.”

Aella fought to free herself. “You knew it was wrong, but you still did it.”

Tyrone said, “If I had clarified everything then, the school would’ve known Orson was a child born out of wedlock. He’s just a kid. He couldn’t handle that. Please, try to understand me.”

Aella finally pushed him away.

She stepped behind her desk, keeping distance between them.

“Well, congratulations. You finally admitted Zera’s your wife.”

Tyrone’s eyes were red; he locked his gaze on her.

He shook his head desperately. “No, Aella, that’s not what I meant!”

Aella said coldly, “Whether you meant it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is you said it

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yourself-Zera is your wife. You said you didn’t want your son to be called illegitimate.”

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Tyrone shook his head harder. “Aella, you have to trust me. It’s all been handled. I swear there won’t be a next time.”

Aella’s face turned cold. “Your promises mean nothing to me.”

She added, “Your son’s already six, and he’s vicious-both with his hands and his words. Maybe it’s time you start acting like a father.”

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