Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 465

Alicia glanced between Sean Quinn and Tyrone, her eyes sharp with meaning.

Now’s really not the time for anyone to be stubborn.

She shifted her gaze to Sean. “And you—come on, you’re her uncle. Can you at least act like an adult here? You’re about to be a father yourself.” Yvonne knew exactly where to poke to get through to Sean Quinn.

The moment she mentioned becoming a father, the whole tension in the room seemed to ease.

Beneath the table, Alicia reached for Tyrone’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Tyrone could only sigh and relent. “Alright, alright. I’ll listen to my wife.”

Sean Quinn finally spoke up as well. “We’ll do what Alicia suggested. But who’s actually going to approach Pamela? Maybe Easton—”

Only then did everyone remember Easton and Winnie. They turned around, only to see their seats empty.

“Where did they go?” Yvonne asked, exasperated.

The two had slipped away ages ago.

…

Harboridge City.

Patriarch Reginald White was gravely ill. He’d been rushed to the hospital multiple times, spent days in the ICU, his life hanging by a thread.

Rumors outside said Reginald didn’t have much time left.

Ever since Maddox passed away, it was as if Reginald’s will to live had shattered. He was fading, little by little.

Reporters were already camped out, just waiting for Reginald’s passing so they could be the first to break the story.

But Reginald hung on, stubbornly clinging to life, as if waiting for someone or something.

Or perhaps, he was holding on to pave the way for his granddaughter.

He refused to die. Not yet.

He knew as long as he was alive—even barely—he could buy his granddaughter the time she needed to grow stronger.

He had to endure a little longer.

She had personally come to invite him—her own birthday party, no less. In her mind, she was giving Clayton every possible honor.

After all, she was now the acting CEO of Lynch Corporation.

“Happy birthday. But I’m not really a party person, so I’ll have to pass.” Clayton’s tone was cool, but at least this time, he offered her a birthday greeting.

This was their version of a tug-of-war—Clayton and Natalia, both stubborn, both refusing to back down.

It was a contest of who could outlast the other.

Clayton continued to keep his distance, but compared to before, he’d given Natalia a sliver of hope.

Even though he turned her down, that tiny show of warmth left Natalia secretly pleased.

“But… it’s my birthday. Can’t you make an exception, just this once?” Natalia asked, trying to hide her disappointment.

“You all have fun. I’ll make it up to you another day,” Clayton said, not lingering a moment longer before getting into his car and driving off.

Natalia’s smile didn’t falter. She wasn’t in a hurry. If Clayton had said yes right away, she would have wondered what was wrong.