Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Aren’t Even on the Same Level

Miriam’s voice shook. “But Aella never wanted any of this!”

Tyrone nodded, not denying it.

His tone was even. “We’re all adults. We should be able to weigh the risks and benefits. My mother has always treated Aella like her own daughter. With her care and yours, I truly believe Aella would be happier by my side than wasting away in a cell.

“The Winter Group’s legal team moves fast. If you want to save Aella, give me your answer soon.”

With that, Tyrone turned and left the hospital room.

Once he was gone, Clyde’s face burned with anger and worry.

He asked, “Isn’t there any other way to get Aella out?”

Warren let out a heavy sigh. “We’ve tried everything we could think of. Otherwise, your mother and I wouldn’t have gone to him.”

The room fell into a long, tense silence.

Finally, Warren spoke to Miriam, “I just called Mr. Johnson. He’s withdrawn from Aella’s case. I guess no lawyer in all of Vleka dares go against the Winters‘ legal team.”

His voice grew grim. “If Aella really goes to prison, her whole life will be ruined.”

Tears welled in Miriam’s eyes, but she tried to stay composed. “But Tyrone has another woman, another child! Even if Aella goes back, it’ll only be torture for her.”

Clyde clenched his fists, furious. “Dad, Mom, the police will see the truth. Aella will get justice- we don’t have to bow to that jerk!”

Justice?

Warren and Miriam exchanged a weary glance.

They had experienced reaching the peak and later crumbling. They knew too well how harsh the world could be.

Justice was a luxury reserved for those who wrote the rules.

Warren forced the words out, low and rough. “If anyone’s to blame, it’s me for being a useless father. But if Aella loses her freedom and spends her life behind bars, I’d rather she go back to the Winters. At least she’d still have her career, her friends, and her family.”

Miriam buried her face in the blanket, crying silently.

Past midnight, around 1 a.m., Tyrone’s phone rang–it was Warren.

By 5 a.m., Tyrone went to shower.

At 8 a.m., a black Bentley rolled to a stop outside the detention center gates.

Moments later, Noel came jogging to the car. “Mr. Winter, Mrs. Winter’s been released.”

Tyrone froze mid–motion as he lit a cigarette.

He looked up just in time to see Aella stepping out through the gates.

After two days and nights in detention, she looked completely drained–pale, fragile, and exhausted.

Tyrone flicked the cigarette away and started toward her.

When Aella saw him, she instantly veered in the opposite direction.

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