Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Angry Father

90

+8 Pearls

Aella’s tone cut through the air like ice. “There are plenty of people who want to go places with

me, Mr. Winter. You’re not even close to the top of that list.”

She turned away without another word, walking off with the child.

Tyrone stood frozen, watching her leave. He didn’t chase after her. Not this time.

When the holidays arrived, Tyrone returned alone to the family estate.

Virginia had been so furious she refused to see anyone, locking herself in her room for three straight days.

Edwin’s health had worsened. The family doctor stayed by his bedside around the clock.

When Tyrone came out of the old man’s room, his father was waiting for him in the hall. Ralph’s expression was cold enough to chill the air. “You worthless fool,” he spat. “You made your grandfather sick over some woman, and you have the nerve to show your face here?”

Tyrone lowered his gaze, silent, and walked away without defending himself.

As he passed the living room, he caught Raine’s voice. “You went to Euravia?” she said casually into her phone.

He stopped in his tracks. “Who went to Euravia?” he asked.

Raine blinked and waved the phone in her hand. “Aella did. I just got off the phone with her.”

Tyrone frowned, his jaw tightening.

So she had lied about working on the weekend–only to run off to Euravia. To find Sayer.

Aella spent the next two days laughing and running wild with Sayer.

On the third afternoon, they went to the racing club.

Sayer’s friends cheered wildly as Aella climbed into a car. She flashed a fearless grin and showed off her drifting skills with absolute confidence.

When the helmet snapped shut around her head, the world fell silent except for her heartbeat.

She loved the rush of power when she took control of the car.

She loved the feeling of speed, the wind against her body, the thrill of every turn.

1/4

10:40 Thu, Oct 23 A

Chapter 242 Angry Father

90

+8 Pearls

And when she drifted through the curve, her body sliding to one side, the weightless rush made her forget everything–her stress, her anger, her pain.

The sun dipped low, casting golden light across the track. Aella stood beside her car in a fitted racing suit, her ponytail high, her helmet tucked under one arm. Her smile was fierce and bright.

At that moment, she looked every bit the queen of the raceway.

That night, after a long round of drinks with Sayer’s friends at a noisy bar, she returned to the hotel.

As she walked down the quiet hall, she noticed one of the suite doors standing slightly open.

She paused and leaned closer. “Tyrone?” she murmured.

Then she frowned and leaned in again. “Noel?”

Aella had had a bit too much to drink. The alcohol made her head spin. She stepped closer, curiosity winning out, and peeked through the door. Noel was bent over the bed, wrapping Zera in a tablecloth like a blanket. Tyrone stood by the counter, cleaning the glasses. When Noel came back, he picked up Zera’s phone and started tapping at it, trying to unlock it.

The two men whispered to each other, their movements quick and nervous.

Aella crouched low and tiptoed closer, grinning mischievously. Then she suddenly shouted, “Boo!”

The sound crashed through the silence. Tyrone jumped and dropped the glass in his hand. It hit the floor and shattered. Noel froze, the phone slipping from his fingers.

Both men turned around, staring at her in disbelief.

Aella swayed a little, her smile teasing. “What are you two doing here?”

Tyrone’s eyes narrowed as he took in her flushed face. “You didn’t close the door?” he snapped at Noel.

Noel clutched his chest, stammering, “I–I thought I did. I was nervous, 1—

Before he could finish, Tyrone turned–and realized Aella was already gone.

She had walked straight into the bedroom.

“Wait-” he started, but he was too late.

A sharp crack rang out. The sound of a slap echoed through the suite. Aella’s hand had struck

2/4

10:40 Thu, Oct 23 A

Chapter 242 Angry Father

Zera’s face hard enough to wake her instantly.

40

90

+8 Pearls

Noel’s eyes went wide. Tyrone had spent the entire night helping his boss knock Zera out just to search her phone, and now everything had gone up in smoke with one slap.

His employer was darker than thunder, and Noel didn’t realize he was already holding his breath in.

Zera’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked in confusion, then froze when she saw Aella standing there.

“You? What are you doing here?”

Aella pointed at Tyrone and Noel. “Wake up, sweetheart. You’re being—”

Before she could finish saying “set up,” Tyrone grabbed her and lifted her off the ground.

Zera froze, listening to Aella’s muffled shouts fade into the hallway. A chill ran through her as realization struck.

She rushed to the table and tore open her bag. Her hidden phone was still there. Relief flooded her chest.

She turned to Noel. “What happened? Why was I asleep?”

Noel hesitated, his throat dry, then forced out a shaky lie. “I’m sorry, Ms. Caldwell. I must’ve left the door open. You drank too much, and Mr. Winter helped you to bed. Then Mrs. Winter came in and started arguing with him. She didn’t mean to hit you. It was an accident.”

Zera’s face twisted with fury.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify