Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 451 The Avenstras

What did she mean by "it's all in the past"?

For Tyrell, it wasn't.

Anyone who dared to hurt someone from his family-even if it was her so-called closest relatives, even if it was her biological father-must pay the price.

He wasn't Melody's biological father, but he was the one who had poured his heart and soul into raising her.

He had raised her like a precious jewel, not for her to be trampled on by this pack of filthy sc*undrels. Tyrell straightened his back, his hand still resting protectively on Melody's shoulder. His amber eyes burned with a cold, ruthless light, his sharp, chiseled features exuding a mysterious and suffocating aura. Though he didn't look like a native of Cleussau, the pressure he emanated left no room for doubt. "Melody, it's not over.

"They punished you, huh? Then I'll punish them!

"Everyone in the Shield family, listen carefully. I am making this clear-Melody has always been, and will always be, my daughter.

"She was my daughter in the past, she is my daughter now, and she will remain my daughter for the rest of her life!

"If anyone from the Shield family dares to claim her as their relative again, I don't mind making you disappear-quietly, without a trace.

"And if you doubt whether my words carry any weight, feel free to test if Fellman Avenstras has the power to back them up!"

Tyrell's fury was palpable, his voice cold and steady, each word like a hammer driving nails into the room's tense silence.

The thought of Melody suffering in corners he hadn't been able to see, enduring injustices he hadn't been there to stop, tore at him like salt poured into an open wound.

It hurt.

It made his heart ache.

And it filled him with regret.

Tyrell stood there, his presence commanding, every word resonating like a declaration of war.

With a swift motion, he waved his hand, and the royal guards he had brought from Avenstras moved with precision, sealing the doors to the hall with military efficiency.

He was beyond angry.

Letting out a slow breath, Tyrell released Melody's shoulder, patting it gently in reassurance. He leaned down slightly and murmured softly, "Leave it to me.

"Today, I'll make sure everyone remembers.

"That Mel is also protected by her father."

With that, Tyrell strode toward Sean, his every step exuding the imposing air of a lion closing in on its prey.

His powerful aura made the air in the hall feel heavier, pressing down on everyone present.

Sean's face turned pale. Fear surged through him as he instinctively tried to hide behind Arnold.

Arnold's own face was equally ashen. Four years ago, Tyrell had brought "gifts" of such immense value to trade with him that Arnold had speculated Tyrell's true identity must be extraordinary.

But he had never imagined this.

Tyrell's identity wasn't just extraordinary-it was earth-shattering. He wasn't merely a prince of Avenstras; he was the newly crowned ruler of the entire nation.

Fellman Avenstras.

Avenstras operated under a

dual-monarchy system, with power alternating between two royal

families every 30 years. The

Avenstras Empire, a pureblood-

lineage steeped in ancient traditie

was considered the most

prestigious and authentic of the two, representing the ultimate authority.

For 30 years, Avenstras had been ruled by the rival Motte Royal Family.

But in just four short years, the tides had turned.

The name "Fellman Avenstras" had resurged onto the global stage, reclaiming control of the nation.

Although the defeated Motte Royalnoveldrama

Family was biding its time, hoping for an opportunity to reclaim power, for now, the reins of the government and economy lay firmly in the hands of Fellman Avenstras.

While the political situation remained somewhat unstable, one fact was indisputable

The name Fellman Avenstras was now etched into the national registry under the title of ruler.

And now, this man, the newly crowned monarch of Avenstras, was standing here in Cleussau.

If the higher-ups in Cleussau knew of his presence, they would undoubtedly host him with the highest honors and a state banquet.

The moment Tyrell revealed his identity, the entire hall fell into stunned silence, save for the collective sound of sharp intakes of breath.

Among the crowd, the Stirlands-the physicians who served the Avenstras royal household-stood a little taller, their chests puffed with pride.

This was Avenstras.

The weight of Tyrell's identity left the room in awe.