Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 122

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Justin stood by the door, respectful as ever. “Mr. Edwin requests that you return to Winter Estate immediately.”

“Let’s go,” Aella said before Tyrone could respond, stepping right out the door.

In the car, Tyrone kept busy with calls, while Aella sat quietly beside him, calm and detached.

When the car rolled into the grand Winter Estate courtyard, Aella stepped out first.

Tyrone followed, ending his call and grabbing her wrist. “Wait-”

Aella pulled free before he could finish and waved at Raine in greeting..

She already knew what Tyrone wanted to say–another silent warning not to speak out of turn around his family.

She paused in the middle of the living room, greeting each elder politely by name.

Ralph’s glare landed on Tyrone. “Look at what you’ve done!”

Tyrone remained composed. “I messed up this time. I’ll be more careful.”

Virginia couldn’t hold back. “If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned. Do you think just saying you’ll be careful‘ makes this okay?”

Ralph snapped. “Find the reporter who leaked this now! I’ll make sure they never work in Vleka again!”

Tyrone’s expression didn’t flinch. He glanced at Aella. “Dad, this is on me. No one else.”

From the main couch, Edwin’s sharp eyes zeroed in on Justin.

Justin dismissed the servants and sent Raine upstairs.

Then he returned, holding a whip, standing respectfully behind Edwin.

Edwin’s voice boomed. “Kneel!”

Tyrone shot a brief look at Aella, removed his suit jacket, and handed it to her. She took it quietly, face calm.

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees.

Edwin’s voice was icy and commanding. “As the heir of the Winters, letting a scandal like this

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happen brings shame to the family.”

Tyrone bowed. “You’re right, Grandpa.”

“Then accept your punishment.”

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Aella draped his jacket over her arm, turning slightly to the side, eyes lowered and unreadable.

The quiet room was suddenly filled with the sharp cracks of the whip hitting flesh.

Ralph’s jaw clenched as he watched his son take each strike. Seeing Aella stand motionless beside him, utterly indifferent, he snorted in heavy disdain.

Tyrone knelt on the floor, fists tight at his sides, as Justin’s whip struck again and again. Through the haze of pain, his eyes drifted toward Aella.

She stood turned away, head bowed, completely still.

A dull ache spread through his chest–so strong that the pain on his back barely registered.

He remembered a time before their marriage, when he had argued with Edwin and faced the same punishment.

Aella had walked in visiting Raine and, without thinking, thrown herself over him to shield him from the lashes.

He had called her an idiot.

Her face had gone pale from pain, but she’d looked up at him and smiled.

She’d said that she didn’t care, that she just wanted to protect him.

But now, she stood there, unwilling to take a single step forward. She wouldn’t even look at him.

Virginia stood beside Ralph, watching her son take the lashes while his red–rimmed eyes stayed locked on Aella.

She turned her head away, furious and heartbroken.

A marriage dies when one person gives everything, and the other feels nothing.

Aella’s greatest mistake was giving her youth and love to someone who never truly valued her.

After several minutes, Edwin finally raised a hand. Justin immediately stopped, set the whip aside, and helped Tyrone to his feet.

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The back of Tyrone’s white shirt was soaked, torn, and bloodied.

He forced himself upright, each movement sharp with pain, and walked toward Aella, his eyes never leaving her.

But she still wouldn’t look at him.

Edwin’s cloudy eyes gleamed with authority. “Tomorrow morning, there will be a press conference. You two will appear together and publicly clear the air.”

Aella lowered her eyes, silent.

Of course. That was what mattered most to them. In the Winters, infidelity wasn’t the issue- reputation was.

To them, she was nothing more than a shield to hide their disgrace.

Tyrone gave her a sidelong glance. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll make sure this scandal dies down fast.”

When he finished, Aella spoke slowly. “I’ll cooperate with clearing the rumors–but on one condition.”

Ralph immediately erupted. “You’re the Winters‘ daughter–in–law! Protecting this family’s interests is your duty!”

Aella met his glare without flinching. “Really? Then show me the law that says a wife is legally obligated to cover for her husband’s mistress and illegitimate child and clean up his mess too.”

Ralph’s face darkened with rage. “You’re just a fallen heiress, and you dare to bargain with us? You should know your place!”

But Aella’s composure never wavered; her tone carried quiet triumph. “Whether you think I matter or not doesn’t concern me. If you want me to play along and clear up this scandal, I want a guarantee from every member of the Winters. From now on, none of you will interfere with my career again. And under no circumstances will you threaten my family.”

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