Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Break Into the World of the Wealthy

As long as Aella didn’t file for divorce, she had full control over Tyrone’s assets.

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He had planned everything from the start–every struggle, every move she’d made to resist, had already been part of his scheme.

Even if she couldn’t escape, she could at least stay calm, minimize her losses, and protect her family as much as possible.

Keeping her voice steady, she said to Miriam, “Mom, the Winters are the top family in Vleka. Tyrone is their only heir–he’s handsome, capable, powerful, and well–connected. He gave me the title of Mrs. Winter and a life of comfort and privilege. What more could I possibly want?”

Beneath the calm tone was a quiet bitterness, and Miriam’s heart ached for her.

Aella had compromised, and as parents, there was nothing they could do but accept it.

Around noon, Aella went out to buy lunch.

On her way back, she unexpectedly ran into Zera and Orson in the hospital corridor.

It had been a while since their last meeting, but Aella immediately noticed the subtle changes- Zera had done some minor cosmetic work. Her features were still recognizable, but refined.

She was dressed in a light down jacket, head to toe in designer brands, every gesture polished and practiced. She had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance.

Seeing Aella alone, Zera’s lips curved into a faint, calculated smile.

“Mrs. Winter,” she said sweetly, “it’s been a while.”

Her tone made it sound like an innocent greeting between old friends.

Aella merely nodded and kept walking toward Miriam’s room.

Birds of a feather–they are both so utterly fake.

Zera bent down and whispered something into her son’s ear.

Orson immediately lifted his toy water gun and aimed it at Aella. “You’re so rude! Didn’t you hear my mom talking to you?”

Aella didn’t have time to dodge. Water splashed all over her, soaking her hair, clothes- everything.

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Zera stood behind him, completely still, not stopping her son.

Just then, Clyde emerged from the ward and spotted the scene.

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Seeing Aella drenched by a little brat, he rushed forward, grabbed Orson by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.

“You little punk, want me to slam you to the floor?”

Terrified, Orson dropped the water gun and burst into loud sobs, calling for Zera. Zera hurried over to shield him. “Put my son down! Even if you hate us, you can’t just attack a child!”

Aella pushed Zera aside and turned to calm her brother. “Clyde, let him go.”

He obeyed, setting the boy down. “Don’t worry. I was just scaring him.”

Zera knelt to comfort Orson, whispering something into his ear. The boy started kicking and wailing, crying that he was hurt.

Standing up, Zera looked Aella in the eye, her tone calm and deliberate. “Mrs. Winter, everyone saw it–your brother hit my son. Now he’s in pain. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a full check–up, is it?”

Clyde’s face turned red. “I just picked him up! Where did you see me hit him?”

Righteously, Zera replied, “Children are fragile. Being frightened can be worse than being hurt physically.”

Aella knew her brother well.

He had grown up spoiled and pampered, a golden boy who once lived above the clouds–then lost everything overnight.

He might appear brash on the outside, but deep down, he was sensitive, impulsive, and never malicious.

Given his resentment toward Zera and Orson, it was no surprise that he’d snapped without thinking.

Handing lunch boxes to Clyde, Aella said, “Go back to the room and eat with Mom. I’ll take them to the clinic.”

She walked off with Zera and Orson. Clyde tried to follow, but she shot him a warning look, and he reluctantly stopped.

At the clinic, the doctor examined Orson thoroughly and found no injuries. Only then did Zera drop the matter.

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Chapter 118 Break into the World of the Wealthy

In the outpatient building’s clevator, Zera turned to Aella with a forced smile. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Winter. I hope you don’t think I overreacted. Others might not know, but you, of all people, should understand my son.”

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