From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 What Do You Think You’re Doing?

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Tyrone’s voice was barely above a whisper as he pleaded, “Please, Aella, I’m begging you. Can we not talk about this anymore?”

Aella replied, “Whether it’s your grandfather or your father, they did all of this for you. You’re the only heir to the Winters. What matters to you matters to them. What doesn’t, doesn’t.”

Her tone sharpened as she challenged him, “Tyrone, if you hadn’t allowed it, they would never dare to do this.”

Aella took a step toward Tyrone. He leaned heavily on Brad for support, barely able to stay standing.

She continued, “Tyrone, you’re the root of all this trouble. Don’t pretend to apologize on behalf of your grandfather and father.”

Tyrone stared at Aella, struggling to form words.

At last, he said weakly, “I’m sorry.”

With his eyes downcast, Tyrone forced himself to leave the Reid Residence, every step weighed down by pain.

Once he was in the car, he told Brad, “Take me back to the Winter Estate.”

From the driver’s seat, Raine glanced back at Tyrone, worry in her eyes.

Brad looked just as anxious. “Tyrone, listen to me. You can’t solve this all at once. You’re already hurt. What if something happens to you?”

Tyrone rested his head on the seat, eyes closed. His voice was weary. “If I die, just have them burn me.”

His mind kept replaying everything Aella had just said to him.

She blamed him for everything.

For protecting Zera with his life.

For letting his family torment her and make her life hell.

For stepping in to save her. She even blamed him for being too close.

He remembered the hollow, hopeless look in her eyes back when she saw him fight with his grandfather over Zera.

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Chapter 316 What Do You Think You’re Doing?

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His chest hurt so much it almost felt numb. Compared to that, his injuries didn’t even matter.

Over an hour later, they arrived at the Winter Estate.

Brad and Raine helped Tyrone inside, where Ralph and Virginia were in the middle of a shouting match.

Edwin sat on the couch, face dark, saying nothing.

Broken fruit from a shattered plate was scattered across the floor.

The stifling atmosphere made Tyrone stop in his tracks.

Seeing Tyrone come home wounded and silent, Virginia and Ralph stopped arguing instantly.

Justin rushed over to help. “Mr. Tyrone, take it slow.”

Virginia’s voice was filled with concern. “Why aren’t you in the hospital? You’re in no shape to be out.”

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