Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 The Lost Brother

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The boy was tall and skinny, wearing a white shirt with two little canine teeth showing when he smiled. “Hi, Tyrone. I’m Ivan, your younger brother,” he said cheerfully.

Before Tyrone could respond, the boy waved his hands nervously, worried he disliked him. “Don’t be mad! Mom told me I had an older brother. I just wanted to meet you. I told her I was visiting my teacher, but really, I came to see you. I’ll leave after this. I’m not here to take anything from you.”

For some reason, Tyrone didn’t feel annoyed. Having a younger brother didn’t seem as bad as he thought.

When Ivan left, he looked up and asked, “Tyrone, when I grow up, can I come back to see you?”

Tyrone nodded without thinking.

The boy smiled brightly under the sunlight, those small canine teeth glinting as he waved goodbye.

Then he was gone, leaving behind a blue–and–white school jacket.

Four years later, the Winters received news of Ivan’s death.

He had died abroad, in the winter of his 18th year.

Just hours before his death, Tyrone got a message from him.

Ivan had written that he was turning 18 tomorrow.

He said he was buying his flight ticket to visit Tyrone.

Tyrone had secretly gotten a basketball signed by a famous player and locked it in his cabinet, hiding it from his parents. Now it would stay there forever–waiting for its owner, who would never come home.

Hearing familiar footsteps outside, Tyrone quietly folded the jacket and put it back in the closet.

If Ivan’s death wasn’t an accident, he would find out the truth.

For that one word–brother–he owed him that much.

Aella saw Tyrone walk out of the closet; his face looked pale.

She hesitated, then turned away without saying a word.

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Tyrone noticed her coldness but didn’t speak. He stepped out to the balcony and lit a cigarette, brooding in silence.

After her shower, Aella sat at the vanity, working on a handmade craft.

Tyrone came back in, walked over, and stood beside her.

It took him a long time before he finally said, “Aella, if something serious happens and I need your help–would you stand with me?”

Zera was the prime suspect now. To keep her under control, Tyrone had to stay calm. He needed to pretend nothing was wrong and keep her in Vleka.

If Aella agreed to help, he was ready to tell her everything–about Ivan and what he planned to do next.

Aella looked up at him briefly, then went back to her work. “Your problems have nothing to do with me,” she said. “I won’t help you.”

Of course, in her mind, his biggest problem was that Zera’s son wasn’t his biological child. For that reason, he couldn’t convince his family to let him be with Zera openly.

Tyrone stood beside Aella, staring at her reflection in the mirror–her face calm, distant, and unreadable.

Yeah, her reaction was expected.

She hated him now.

There was no way she would ever trust him, be understanding, or stand by his side.

His gaze slowly dropped to the craft she had just finished making.

“Why did you suddenly decide to make something by hand?” he asked softly.

Aella stood up without a word.

She looked straight into Tyrone’s eyes and said softly, “I had a nightmare last night. In the dream, a baby was calling me ‘Mom.‘ He said it was so cold that day. He was freezing.”

Their eyes met. Tyrone’s eyes went bloodshot.

His throat tightened as he fought back the tears. He finally reached for her hand. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “It’s all my

fault.”

Aella pulled her hand away and placed a small pendant in his palm.

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“I drew our baby,” she said quietly. “Then used AI to make a picture of him. I sealed it inside this crystal pendant.”

your

Her voice turned cold. “You’re such a loving man. You even give your fake son all devotion. Since you’re so warmhearted, maybe you can warm up your real son too–he said he’s cold.”

With that, she turned to leave.

She turned at the bedroom door and saw Tyrone slumped weakly in the chair by the vanity.

His eyes were bloodshot. He clutched the crystal pendant she had just made, pressing it tightly against his chest.

She turned away, expressionless.

He was a man with a top education. Tyrone knew better than anyone that crystal glass was one of the worst conductors of heat.

That pendant, with their baby’s image sealed inside, would stay cold forever.

Late that night, inside a private room at the Regal Club, Tyrone sat on the couch.

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