Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Throwing Him Off

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Aella locked herself inside her office bathroom and pulled out the pregnancy test she’d just bought from a pharmacy near the hospital.

When the two red lines appeared almost instantly, she sank by the toilet in shock.

Tyrone had trapped her.

She was pregnant.

Aella sat frozen on the cold tiles, her mind blank, her hands trembling.

Fear churned in her stomach, but she didn’t dare make a sound.

She leaned against the wall, helpless as a lost child.

Tyrone wanted her pregnant–he must’ve planned it.

The baby would only be a chain, another way to keep her bound to him.

She couldn’t give this baby a healthy, whole family.

Even if the child was born, it would never be loved for itself–only used.

Sure, the child was innocent.

And though none of this was the child’s fault–she couldn’t let it happen.

No one could ever know she was carrying Tyrone’s child.

She had to find a way to end it—fast.

A knock sounded outside. She forced herself to breathe, wiped her face, and opened the door.

Daniel stood there, concern etched across his face. “You look pale. Are you overworked again? Maybe take a few days off?”

She managed a faint smile. “Thanks, Daniel. I probably just didn’t sleep well last night. I’m fine.”

He set a folder on her desk.

“There’s an expert panel symposium in Vofgan at the end of the month–three slots from our hospital. I want you to represent us. Will you be available?”

When she heard about the symposium, Aella’s eyes lit

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She said, “Daniel, I’ll go.”

She was only about four weeks along–still early.

She could go to Vofgan openly for “training,” far from Tyrone’s sight.

After the symposium, she could stay a couple of extra days and quietly end the pregnancy.

Once Daniel left, Aella paced around her office, restless.

If Tyrone had gone this far to trap her, he’d be watching her closely.

Last night’s nausea, his strange calm—it all fit. He probably suspected already.

She needed to throw him off.

Aella picked up the office phone. A few minutes later, her assistant, Elvira, slipped in.

Aella whispered a few words into her ear. Elvira nodded and left.

An hour later, she returned with a lab report and a small paper bag.

The report bore Aella’s name.

Her white blood cell and neutrophil counts were both high–signs of an infection.

After stopping by Webster Manor that afternoon, Aella went straight home.

Tyrone was already there.

He walked over, bent down, and placed a pair of slippers at her feet.

She slipped them on wordlessly.

Tyrone said, “You work long hours. Flats would be better for your feet. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

The cautious tone set off alarms. She caught the test beneath the kindness.

Without replying, she crossed to the minibar.

Seeing Tyrone follow, she set down her bag.

Tyrone followed and poured her a glass of warm water.

He stared at her and said, “You look pale. Let’s do a full checkup tomorrow. I’ll go with you.”

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She lowered her gaze to hide her eyes.

“I’m fine.”

Then, she reached into her bag and took out the small pack Elvira had brought.

One by one, she laid the pills on the counter.

Tyrone’s eyes flickered when he saw the cold medicine in front of her.

Before she could swallow them, he caught her wrist. “Don’t just take medicine. Let’s get you checked first.”

She yanked free, her voice calm but firm.

“Did you forget I’m a doctor?”

He studied her face.

Nothing gave her away.

Without hesitation, she tossed the pills into her mouth and swallowed them with the water.

Lowering the glass, she met his heavy stare. “It’s just a cold. A few pills and I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much.”

Then, she turned and headed for the bedroom.

Once inside, she quietly shut the door.

A few seconds later, she cracked it open just enough to peek out.

Tyrone was rifling through her bag. When he pulled out the lab report, her breath caught, held, then eased.

She knew him too well; he’d never just take her word for it.

Luckily, she’d planned ahead.

She locked the bathroom door and tore open a fresh pack of sanitary pads.

From her pocket, she pulled out a small blood vial.

Over an hour later, she came out with her hair dry and found Tyrone straightening the bed.