Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 425

Easton nodded eagerly, grateful for an excuse to avoid going back. “Natalia, I’m sorry, but my brother just got into an accident, and there’s a lot of turmoil within the Lynch Corporation right now. I have to take care of Lena—otherwise, the board will seize the chance to stir up trouble.”

Natalia was clearly displeased, but there was little she could say. After all, she had been the one urging Easton to build a better relationship with Tyrone—waiting to split the inheritance after Tyrone’s death.

Now, there wasn’t much of an inheritance left, but most of the higher-ups at Lynch Corporation were still Tyrone’s people. Easton really did have to keep up appearances.

“Fine… Just make sure you stop by when you can. Lena’s not doing well emotionally, you should spend more time with her,” Natalia said, her tone unusually earnest. Then she shot Winnie a pointed look, her lips curling in disdain, and deliberately added, “Someone gentle and obedient like Lena is exactly the kind of woman you need, Easton.”

The message was clear: a brash woman like Winnie was hardly suitable for him.

Easton kept quiet, sneaking a glance at Winnie. Winnie was fuming, tempted to snap back, but she swallowed her anger.

After shooing Natalia out, Winnie slammed the door so hard it rattled the frame. “She is not setting foot in Alicia’s house again. I don’t want her polluting the air in here.”

Easton nodded at once. “Yeah, absolutely. She’s not coming back, I promise. Hey, are you two hungry? I can fix something to eat.”

Eager to smooth things over, Easton darted off to the kitchen. Winnie hesitated, feeling a little awkward, but eventually followed to help.

Meanwhile, Alicia quietly sorted through Tyrone’s belongings. She walked into the study, intending to put some important items in the safe—only to realize she didn’t know the combination.

She tried logging in with Tyrone’s usual phone and software passwords, but each attempt failed. The display warned her that after three incorrect tries, the safe would automatically lock.

Alicia took a deep breath and typed in her own birthday.

The lock clicked open.

“It was you… it’s always been you…”

Guilt washed over her; Alicia bowed her head and clutched the photo tightly. Why had it taken her so long to realize?

Why hadn’t she recognized him sooner?

She cried until she was utterly spent. Only then did she turn the photograph over. On the back, in Tyrone’s familiar handwriting, were two words: “Youthful days.”

In the darkest years of his life, Alicia had been his only ray of light.

Their bond had begun long, long ago.