Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 202

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“Yeah, funny she had time to show up–pushing some man in with her, no less.”

Kit Finished

“Look at Mrs. Winter’s dress–that’s this season’s VR designer collection. First–lady–of–the- empire energy.”

“Or maybe the man in the wheelchair bought it for her-”

“You didn’t hear? Mr. Winter keeps a woman outside–and there’s a kid. He’s been cheating for ages.”

“Sounds like Mr. Winter and his wife are each doing their own thing. This should be good.”

The whispers got nastier, and Tyrone’s parents were looking darker by the second.

The McCarthys spotted Victor and wore a mix of expressions—some eager, some seething, some stunned.

Virginia lowered her voice to Tyrone. “Didn’t you say Aella couldn’t make it?”

Ralph’s face went iron blue. “Tyrone, what is going on?”

Tyrone’s gaze never left Aella.

He kept his tone even. “Dad, Mom–Aella is Mr. Vic’s attending physician. It looks like they finished a session, and she came along to find us.”

At that, Ralph and the other elders eased a shade.

The tight, gossipy charge in the room bled off; Tyrone had defused it with a single neat line.

He walked to Aella, caught her wrist, and drew her to his side.

“Rest. I’ll push.”

Aella noticed how chill Tyrone was. No questions, no anger. Not even a flicker of reproach.

That actually surprised her.

Aella glanced around the room, stepped back half a pace, and didn’t fight him for the chair.

She’d known it: if she showed up at a McCarthy event with Victor, neither the Winters nor the McCarthys would stay cool.

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With no prenup hanging over her head, there would be no fresh threats from Tyrone anymore.

Fine–let’s see how long the Winters can handle it.

Robin McCarthy, supported by several relatives, made his slow way to Victor. He said, “Tyrone, take your uncle inside to rest.”

One sentence–and he’d made it plain: Victor was McCarthy blood.

He also laid out how Victor, Tyrone, and Aella connected.

Tyrone glanced at Aella, then wheeled Victor toward the inner hall.

Aella didn’t follow.

Virginia slipped her entourage and drew Aella into a quiet corner.

She warned softly, “Long illness makes a man sharp–tempered. Be careful with him.”

Aella nodded like the model daughter–in–law.

When she first took Victor’s case, his temper had been vicious.

But after her work with Samson, he’d stabilized and started cooperating.

They’d barely traded a few words before Tyrone reappeared, pushing Victor back out.

Aella stepped forward. “Mr. Vic, leaving so soon?”

Victor nodded.

“I’ll take you home,” Aella said.

Tyrone’s eyes pinned her, his brow cut deep.

Just then, the Webster butler arrived with security. “Ms. Reid, we’ve got Mr. Vic.”

Aella straightened and stepped back.

The night she stayed over at Webster Manor had clearly rubbed the old man wrong.

Word of her impending divorce must have reached him–he didn’t want her getting too close to Victor.

Victor lifted a hand and offered Aella a rosary. “For you.”

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Aella reached for them–then froze at Tyrone’s look.

Tyrone said, cool and courteous, “Mr. Vic, those were a gift from Grandfather.”

Aella understood at once–these mattered. “Mr. Vic, rosary brings luck. You should keep them

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