Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 421

Jade and Natalia exchanged a smile and nodded.

Three women, each with their own agenda—now that Tyrone was dead, they no longer bothered to hide their alliance. Emboldened, they gathered openly, as if they owned the place.

As the trio walked away, Winnie, watching from the sidelines, let out a derisive snort. Birds of a feather, she thought. They didn’t even care to hide it anymore.

Her gaze softened as she looked at Alicia, who sat clutching Tyrone’s framed photograph, her face blank, numb with grief. The sight tugged at Winnie’s heart. What would Alicia do now, without Tyrone?

Sighing, Winnie walked over and sat beside her. “Alicia… you have to pull yourself together.”

“I won’t give them what they want,” Alicia replied, her voice hoarse.

“Exactly. We can’t let them walk all over us.” Winnie wrapped her arms around Alicia, holding her close.

Alicia didn’t cry. She just sat there, motionless, waiting—waiting for Felix to bring the bouquet of white lilies they had promised each other.

She wondered, too: if Tyrone was truly gone, what would she do? She couldn’t even find the strength to imagine a life without him.

Felix arrived, cradling the bouquet Alicia and Tyrone had chosen together—white lilies, not just a single flower like everyone else had brought, but a whole bundle, meaningful and deliberate.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the flowers, tears finally spilling over and running down her cheeks.

She stood, hands shaking, and took the bouquet from Felix.

Tyrone can’t be gone, she told herself. He just can’t.

“It’s going to be alright…” Felix murmured, his words carrying a weight of meaning.

Alicia nodded through her tears.

To avoid attracting attention, Felix bowed his head and stepped back.

Alicia sat down again, clutching Tyrone’s photograph even tighter.

Once, she’d been an orphan with nothing and no one to rely on, terrified that her misfortune would hurt the other kids she’d grown up with. Back then, she let them push her around because she was afraid.

But now, thanks to Tyrone, the orphanage was no longer in danger.

She was an orphan—what did she have to lose?

Winnie drew a sharp breath. Something about Alicia had changed the moment Tyrone “died.” She’d become… intimidating.

If Alicia used to be a timid rabbit hiding under Tyrone’s protection, now it was as if she’d shed that disguise and revealed her true self.

She’d never really been a rabbit, after all.

A girl who’d survived a brutal childhood with no parents and no safety net, who’d clawed her way out of the worst circumstances—how could anyone think she was weak?

She’d only let herself be gentle because Tyrone wanted to protect her, and she wanted to let him. That was all.