From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 357

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Chapter 357 Tyrone’s Losing His Mind

Ralph slammed the file on the table, furious. “Do you think the board of directors is just for show?”

Tyrone refused to back down. “The order’s been issued. All cooperation with the Cunningham Group is officially over. If our company wants to keep working with them, the board can start by firing me as CEO.”

Ralph almost choked on his own anger.

Luckily, Virginia stepped in before they exploded at each other.

“Tyrone,” she said calmly, “you’ve always been level–headed. You never make moves that hurt both sides. Think carefully before calling off the cooperation.”

Tyrone’s voice was steady. “Mom, don’t worry. Ending this partnership was already part of my plan. I lined up a public company to replace them last week. Whatever losses our company suffers, I’ll make up for it.”

Ralph’s anger cooled a little when he realized Tyrone had already planned ahead, but his tone was still harsh.

“That day outside the police station–you saw that woman walk off with another man, didn’t you? I told you to get rid of Zera and start a family, but you never listened. Even if you hand our company to that woman on a silver platter, she won’t come back. You’d better give this up before it kills you.”

Virginia saw the pain on Tyrone’s face deepen. She gently pulled her husband away, trying to calm things down.

When everyone finally left, only Tyrone and Noel remained in the office.

Tyrone leaned weakly against the desk, shoulders heavy, head bowed. “Go get the medicine for me,” he muttered.

Noel hurried to the coffee table in the lounge and grabbed the bottle.

Mr. Ralph is ruthless. His son’s already in pain, and he still has to hurt him with brutal words.

Tyrone snatched the bottle from Noel, twisted it open, and poured a few painkillers into his palm.

He swallowed them dry.

“Leave me,” he said quietly.

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Chapter 357 Tyrone’s Losing His Mind

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Tyrone slumped back into his chair, eyes closed, trying to breathe through the ache in his chest.

By two in the afternoon, at the hospital’s outpatient building, Vivienne stopped her mother and Jenny near the elevator.

“Mom, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her mother outside.

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