Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363 A Bitter Night

An hour later, Brad and Sixer finally found Tyrone. He was completely drunk.

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Tyrone’s injured right hand pointed shakily at Sayer. “What are you doing here?”

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Sayer flopped down on the coffee table. “This club doesn’t belong to you, does it? Why can’t I come?”

Tyrone rolled his eyes and poured himself another drink.

Brad stepped forward and snatched the glass away. “Raine called me. Your parents had a huge fight. Virginia already took her back to your grandparents‘ house.”

Sayer clicked his tongue. “Your dad actually argued with his wife? Man, that’s low.”

Tyrone gave him a dull, numb look.

“You’re right. Man in my family? None of us are any good.”

Sayer froze. He stood up slowly, taking a few cautious steps back.

Then he pointed at Tyrone and turned to Brad. “Is he–uh–okay?”

Brad frowned in disgust. “He’s losing it. Ignore him.”

Sayer asked hesitantly, “I heard Mr. Fulford got hurt. Is it bad?”

Tyrone’s voice turned bitter. “He’s fine. Someone’s staying by his bedside, making sure he’s well taken care of. He’s living a high life!”

“Right…” Sayer said, backing toward the door. “Brad, I’m going to grab some food and check on Aella. She can’t stay up too late. I need to take over and let her rest.”

Brad looked at Tyrone slumped on the couch, then stopped Sayer at the door.

“Sixer,” he asked, “you’ve always been proud and hard to please. Why are you so good to Aella? Why do you listen to her?”

Sayer straightened his face. “That’s easy. She’s beautiful, smart, and a great doctor. Plus, she’s kind to me.”

Brad glanced back into the room at Tyrone. “Funny,” he said. “I’ve never noticed her being that nice to you.”

Sayer puffed his chest proudly. “You wouldn’t know. When she first treated me, I gave her a

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hard time all the time, but she never gave up. She even introduced me to a bunch of new friends.”

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He went on, his voice softening, “She knows things between me and my grandpa aren’t great, so she talks to me a lot. Once, it was raining like crazy, and she still came to check on me. She was so tired she almost fell asleep standing by the stove, but she still cooked for me.”

Sayer smiled faintly. “I’ve never met a woman so real and so kind. If she hadn’t insisted on treating me like her little brother, I swear I’d have married her and treated her like a queen.”

After Sayer left, Brad returned to the private room.

Aella had always been sincere with people. It was a trait she clearly got from her

parents.

The Reids were all like that. Clyde, especially, was straightforward and kind, without a mean bone in his body.

Brad noticed the strange look on Tyrone’s face. He asked quietly, “Where’s your medicine? I’ll get it for you.”

Tyrone’s hand tightened around the empty glass. His voice was low and rough, his eyes hollow.

From the moment he swore on that island that he would never bother Aella again, his heart had already died.

No medicine could save him now.

He shut his eyes in pain. “I’m fine,” he murmured.

Brad knew he wasn’t drunk. Sitting beside him, he poured a glass of water.

“Tyrone, you know how much you mean to your family and to your company. Pull yourself together. Don’t make everyone worry about you.”

Tyrone’s reply drifted away from the question. “Let Mom and Raine stay at the grandparents‘ house for a while. They need some peace.”

Brad frowned. “You think those two old men can manage the house on their own?”

Tyrone lowered his head, lips pressed tight.

Brad sighed helplessly. “Aella’s good to everyone–to Sixer, to Mr. Vic, to Mason—that’s just who she is. She’s like her parents, pure and genuine.”

He added, “That kindness she had, she gave it to you first. And you’re the one who let it slip

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away.”

Tyrone sat on the couch, his suit jacket draped across his lap.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers digging into his short hair.

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Brad could see the pain written all over him, but he still reminded him gently. “Some mistakes can’t be fixed. You have to let go. Stop torturing yourself.”

Tyrone leaned back heavily, the weight of his body sinking into the couch.

He pressed a hand against his chest, his voice breaking. “I want to let go, but I can’t!”

Every night, when he was alone in that empty house, lying on the same bed they once shared, he didn’t dare close his eyes.

He couldn’t stop imagining how Aella–that bright, lively girl who used to fill every room with laughter had survived three long years of his coldness.

Aella used to be so full of life–dramatic, playful, always shining wherever she went. How had someone like her endured three long years of his coldness?

Now she was the one turning cold, shutting every door on him, leaving no way to make things right.

She didn’t give him a chance to explain, didn’t even give him a chance to try. Aella just stood there, watching him suffer, watching guilt and regret eat him alive.

Her indifference was driving him insane.

Tyrone pulled out the crystal pendant he always carried with him.

His fingers trembled as he touched the tiny photo inside, the one Aella had sealed there herself.

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