From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355 What Can’t Be Fixed

Jenny chimed in, “Exactly, Mr. Fulford, Mrs. Cunningham’s pregnant, and she’s hurt pretty badly. You shouldn’t get involved in this mess. An ex–wife of the rich like her isn’t worth all this trouble.”

George shot Mason a wary look. “Mr. Fulford, what’s your relationship with Dr. Reid exactly?”

Mason looked around the crowd, calm and confident. “Dr. Reid has no connection with the Winters,” he said evenly. “It’s natural that the Winters won’t step in.”

His tone shifted as he added, “But Dr. Reid is my son’s godmother. That alone is reason enough for me to do anything for her.”

Mason’s voice grew firmer. “Her problems are my problems. Anyone who stands against her will be my enemy–forever. No one should question that.”

His words were simple but powerful. He made his position clear while choosing his words carefully.

By mentioning again that Aella was his son’s godmother, Mason drew a protective line around her–close, but not intimate.

His every move toward her showed care and distance at the same time, never crossing the boundary that would spark more gossip.

Mason turned to Aella. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Aella shook her head. “No need. I’ll go with you.”

Mason gave a polite nod to everyone, then left side by side with Aella.

Tyrone watched them walk past him together.

He couldn’t stop himself. Tyrone took a step forward to stop her, but Brad caught his arm.

Their eyes met. Tyrone’s gaze was hollow, lifeless.

He yanked his arm free and stumbled toward his car.

Behind him, Virginia’s worried voice called out. Ralph shouted angrily. Raine cried his name. But he heard none of it.

Aella was in trouble. The first person she called wasn’t him, but Mason.

He had been right there, but she looked past him like he didn’t exist.

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Chapter 555 What Can’t Be Fixed

She’d take help or gifts from anyone else, but never from him.

Aella could open her heart to anyone–talk to them, laugh with them, and trust them completely. But when it came to him, she wouldn’t let him near. She refused to say another word to him.

She ignored his pain, pushed him away with everything she had, and was determined to force him out of her life for good.

That woman was so firm, so final. She wouldn’t even give him a chance to make things right.

Not even once.

Seeing his boss’s pale face and empty eyes, Noel quickly climbed into the driver’s seat. “Mr. Winter, let me drive,” he said nervously.

Tyrone leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, his voice faint. “Take me to the Regal Club.”

Noel glanced at him with worry but said nothing. He started the engine and drove off into the night.

At nine that night, Mason safely dropped Aella off at her house.

She unbuckled her seat belt and thanked him again and again. “Mr. Fulford, I really owe you for today. Let me cook dinner for you sometime.”

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