Zera felt deeply comforted by Tyrone's defense of her. She looked at him with soft eyes and urged gently, "Tyrone, I don't feel like shopping anymore. Please, go after Aella and make things right with her." Tyrone remained calm and unhurried. "Raine is with her. She'll be fine. Let me take you back to the hospital first." He asked the staff to pack the shoes Zera had tried on, then led her out of the mall. The driver, a long-time employee of the Winter family, wiped his brow nervously when he saw Tyrone approach. "Mr. Winter," he said, "Mrs. Winter just ran past here in tears." "It's nothing," Tyrone replied flatly as he helped Zera into the car and slid in beside her. Once the door was closed, he said, "Let's go." Zera offered Tyrone a bottle of water, but he didn't take it. She stole a few glances at him, noting his calm expression but distant gaze. He was clearly lost in thought. Zera cleared her throat and called his name softly again. Only then did Tyrone snap back to attention. Looking both guilty and conflicted, Zera turned to him, her eyes pleading. "Tyrone," she began, her voice soft, "please promise me you won't tell anyone about me or my son." Tyrone frowned, a look of confusion crossing his face. "What's wrong?" He asked and turned slightly toward Zera, trying to read her expression. Zera's eyes welled up before she could even speak. "Back then, your grandfather used you to threaten me," she began, her voice trembling. "He forced me to break up with you and pressured me to go abroad and marry someone else, just so you would let go." She took a shaky breath, tears now streaming freely. "All these years, I never forgot you. My husband abused me because of it. He forced me to have the child, and I fell into severe depression. There were times I just wanted to disappear and die, but I couldn't abandon my son." "Maybe heaven finally showed me mercy. About a year ago, he died of a drug overdose. My son and I were free at last. I've been so alone overseas, longing for home, my parents and you. That's why I came back secretly. Tyrone, I'm terrified your grandfather will come after us again. Please don't tell your family I'm back. I'm so afraid." Seeing Tyrone nod, Zera went on, "Tyrone, I really don't want to relive those painful memories. I'm also afraid of what people might say about us." She looked at him pleadingly. "Before I fully recover, please don't tell anyone about my son's past, not even your wife. Will you promise me that?" Zera's emotions grew more unstable. She even mentioned thoughts of suicide. Tyrone pulled her into his arms, his heart aching for her. "Don't talk like that, Zera. Everything you went through is because of me. I won't tell anyone what you've endured. I will take care of you and your son. That's my responsibility now." Hearing his promise, Zera gradually stopped crying and managed a fragile smile. "Tyrone, please don't worry," she said softly. "I'll get better soon. I won't let you worry about me forever." Tyrone took Zera back to the hospital, stayed until she finished her lunch, and then returned to the company. Noticing over a dozen missed calls from Raine and other family members, he paused briefly before finally calling Raine back. When the call connected, Tyrone asked calmly, "Has Aella finished throwing her tantrum? Or is she still causing a scene?" He didn't even bother with a greeting. From the other end came Raine's tearful shout. "Aella is missing. Mom and I have been looking everywhere for her, but we can't find her anywhere." The call ended. Tyrone froze for a second, then stood up and walked to the window. 'They're probably working together to fool me again,' he thought. Tyrone's assistant, Noel Frost, stepped into the office. "Mr. Winter, should we proceed with the 2:30 meeting as planned?" Tyrone lit a cigarette and responded with a calm, affirmative hum. Noel had been by Tyrone's side for years. Despite his youthful appearance, he carried himself with a serious and professional manner. He was smooth in communication, steady under pressure, and highly skilled in combat. He was, without question, Tyrone's most trusted man. After finishing work, Tyrone left the office on time. Normally, his driver Robert would simply go wherever Tyrone instructed without question, but this time he ventured to ask, "Mr. Winter, shall we head home or go to see Ms. Sherman?" Tyrone hesitated for a brief moment before answering, "Home." A look of relief immediately washed over Robert's previously tense expression, and he nodded in acknowledgment before smoothly pulling into traffic. Tyrone leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. 'I was going to stay away a few days to let her cool off. But after what she saw today, she's probably tearing the house apart by now. Half a day has passed, and she should've taken it all out. If she's finally calm, we need to talk.' ***** When Tyrone arrived home, Aella was nowhere to be seen. Following his usual routine, he took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and headed to the study to work. By 9 pm, Virginia and Raine arrived. Virginia had spent the entire day searching for Aella, her anxiety so intense that she could barely rest. When she saw her son acting as though nothing was wrong, working calmly at home as usual, she nearly collapsed from fury. Tyrone tried to reassure her. "Mom, don't worry. She'll be fine." He knew exactly how dramatic Aella could be. Once, he had been a day late giving her a birthday gift. In a fit of anger, she had hidden away on her own. When he finally found her, she was soaking in a hot spring, sipping red wine, and enjoying a massage. She loves herself too much to ever actually get hurt. She'd rather make everyone else miserable, Tyrone thought. Virginia threw a cup of tea directly in Tyrone's face. Her voice shook with fury. "Tyrone, I carried you, gave birth to you, and raised you for thirty years. I have always been proud to be your mother. But now I see. You're just as cold and heartless as your father." Tyrone remained completely undisturbed, calmly wiping the tea from his face. "Mom, you're overreacting," he said. Virginia's eyes welled with tears. "Aella is your wife. She has loved you since she was a child. After a fight, this is how you treat her? Are you deliberately trying to ruin this marriage?" Tyrone's tone was firm and resolute. "Mom, we are not getting divorced," he stated clearly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, and I have everything under control." Raine gave Tyrone a thumbs-down gesture. "Tyrone, you're just taking advantage of the fact that Aella loves you too much to ever leave. But don't forget. To those who love deeply, they can't bear a single flaw in the one they love." "Enough," Tyrone cut in, his voice sharp and final. Raine fell silent immediately, though her expression remained openly defTyronet. After Virginia and Raine left, Tyrone lit another cigarette. At 3 am, he called Noel. "Take the next couple of days off from the office. I need you to keep an eye on the hospital. Let me know immediately if you see Aella return." Before hanging up, he added, "Aella's mother just had heart surgery and needs quiet. Be discreet and don't disturb her." On the other end, Noel's eyes widened as he checked the time. 'It's 3 am. Mr. Winter asked me to stake out at the hospital at his hour. Has his insomnia come back again?' ***** Three days later, there was still no sign of Aella. Virginia and Raine wanted to call the police and notify the Reid family, but Tyrone refused. He was convinced she was fine and would return on her own in a few days. Tyrone's father Ralph and grandfather Edwin agreed with him. After all, the disappearance of the famous Tyrone Winter's wife was an embarrassment. Besides, with the Reid family long bankrupt, Aella held no further value to them. She simply wasn't worth the trouble. ***** Time passed quickly, and the day finally came for Miriam to be discharged from the hospital. Tyrone sent Noel to pick up Miriam while he went to handle Zera's discharge paperwork. At 9 am, Noel spotted Aella, looking safe and unharmed, arriving at the hospital to pick up her mother. He immediately called his boss to report the news. Tyrone, who was packing Zera's things, showed no visible reaction upon hearing the news. He told Noel to take the rest of the day off. As for Aella, he was confident she would return home on her own, without him needing to say a word. Tyrone carried the luggage and stepped into the elevator with Zera. Meanwhile, Aella was waiting for the elevator with her parents. When the doors opened, she saw Tyrone immediately, holding Zera protectively in his arms and shielding her from the crowd, just as he had once done for her.