Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 How Can I Not Care?

“I can’t just stand by and watch you treat Aella like this,” Brad snapped. “I’ll post her bail myself. She’ll be free, and you won’t control her anymore!”

He spun on his heel and stormed out.

Tyrone rose slowly, his eyes cold. “Brad, this is between me and my wife. If you butt in, I won’t treat you the way a friend would.”

Brad stopped mid–step and whirled back.

His voice cracked with anger. “Tyrone, Aella and I grew up together. She’s not just your wife- she’s like a sister to me! I won’t stand by while you hurt her!”

He slammed the door behind him and left.

Tyrone stood by the floor–to–ceiling window for a long time, silent.

Then he picked up his phone and dialed Brad’s father.

The next morning, Tyrone left for work as usual.

At the gate, Justin, butler of the Winter Estate, waited respectfully. “Mr. Tyrone, Mr. Edwin requests that you return to the estate immediately.”

An hour later, Tyrone’s car arrived at the Winter Estate.

Raine stormed toward him the moment he stepped out. “Tyrone! You had Aella thrown in jail- do you even have a conscience?”

Tyrone’s tone was icy. “Mind your words. What happens between me and Aella is none of your business.”

Justin quickly stepped in, keeping Raine from saying more.

Tyrone entered the living room.

Virginia’s expression was grim. “If Brad hadn’t told us, were you planning to keep this from us forever?”

Tyrone lowered his gaze, silent.

Virginia snapped, “Aella’s been locked up all night, and you go about your day like nothing happened? Pull some strings and get her out immediately!”

Tyrone remained unmoved. “Mom, the police are handling it. We have to let the law run its course.”

Virginia’s anger made her vision blur; she slumped onto the couch.

Rules were made for ordinary people.

People in their circle never really play by the rules–especially the men of the Winters.

Ralph shot his son an approving look. “Tyrone’s right. A man shouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment.”

Justin entered quietly. “Mr. Tyrone, Mr. Edwin asked to see you in his study.”

The faint scent of paint filled the room, calm and steady.

Zera glanced nervously at the gates before speaking. “Tyrone, I tried calling you, answer. Mr. Frost said you returned to the estate, so I waited here.”

“Do you need something?” Tyrone asked curtly.

Zera hesitated, then softly asked, “Can I get in the car to talk?”

He paused, then nodded shortly.

Inside, she rushed to clarify. “Tyrone, I heard that right before your divorce hearing yesterday, Mrs. Winter was taken by the police. I came because I was worried.”

Tyrone’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you hear that?”

Her voice trembled with frustration. “Everyone in our circle is already talking about your divorce. It’s hardly a secret.”

He said nothing, and her worry deepened. “Tyrone, I asked around–someone like Mrs. Winter could apply for bail pending trial.”

“This isn’t your concern,” Tyrone said flatly. “I’ll handle it.”

Zera’s voice rose, laced with emotion. “Mrs. Winter is beautiful and kind. She helped Orson and me when we struggled in Vleka, and I’ve always been grateful. Because of us, you and she had misunderstandings, and I’ve felt guilty ever since. Now that she’s in trouble, how can I not care?”

“You don’t need to,” Tyrone said coolly. “Everything will follow proper legal channels.”

The driver opened the door, and Zera stepped out of the car.