Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 419

A greenhouse will never produce thorns; a rose coddled too long is doomed to be destroyed.

Alicia looked up at Clayton, her mind racing. She understood all too well—without Tyrone, she had no one left to shield her.

“I suggest we have the body cremated as soon as possible,” Felix said quietly, his voice carrying a pointed undertone. “We can’t risk giving anyone a chance. Who knows, maybe another secret heir will pop up out of nowhere.” His eyes flicked briefly toward Easton.

Easton stood in the doorway, head bowed.

Natalia seized the moment, fanning the flames. “Easton, Tyrone’s gone. Part of his inheritance belongs to you by right. You can’t just back down.”

Easton stayed silent.

“Maddox’s estate? Tyrone already invested everything into Lawson & Co. projects. There’s nothing left to fight over,” Vincent cut in, his tone low and threatening, clearly warning Natalia to keep quiet.

Intimidated by Vincent’s presence, Natalia hesitated but pressed on, voice trembling. “But what about Tyrone’s properties, trust funds, jewelry, all those assets? Surely he left something behind…”

Tyrone had been so wealthy. His fortune could have supported an ordinary family for generations.

“Alicia, arrange the cremation quickly,” Vincent urged.

“Alright…” Alicia nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Even if we’re cremating him, Easton should still get to see his brother one last time.” Natalia stepped forward, making her demand to view Tyrone’s body.

She wanted to be sure—absolutely sure—that Tyrone was really dead.

Alicia drew a shaky breath, pulled out her IV, and climbed out of bed, her face pale as she glanced at Felix. “I’ll go see him…”

“Come on, Easton, let’s go together,” Natalia prodded, trying to get Easton to follow.

Alicia turned a cold gaze on Natalia. “And what right do you have to come? Get out.”

There Tyrone lay, on a cold metal table, so still he seemed only to be sleeping.

Alicia couldn’t bear it. At the threshold, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to steady herself against the doorframe before retreating into the hallway.

She needed to believe—desperately—that this was some elaborate ploy of Tyrone’s, that he wasn’t really dead.

Outside, Winnie was waiting. She caught Alicia as she stumbled, holding her tightly in her arms.

From within the morgue, the butler’s grief echoed down the corridor, his voice trembling as he spoke to Tyrone about childhood memories, sobbing as he gently dressed his young master for the last time.

A slow, triumphant smile crept across Natalia’s lips. Her father had seen the body—there could be no mistake. Tyrone was truly gone.

Now, at last, nothing stood in her way.

As for Easton? He was just a neglected, unloved boy—easy enough to manipulate.