Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 192

“Call the doctor,” Tyrone said with a furrowed brow before hanging up.

“Tyrone… you should go check on her,” Alicia said quietly, head lowered. She knew perfectly well Serena was doing this on purpose, but there was nothing she could do except watch as Tyrone prepared to leave.

She understood all too well—if Serena had called Tyrone over, there was no way he’d be coming home tonight.

“You should eat,” Tyrone told her, showing no sign of rushing off. “When you’re done, come with me. We’ll go see her together.”

Alicia stared at him, surprised. “You want me to come too?”

He really didn’t seem the least bit anxious.

Did he truly not love Serena?

So much for seeing is believing, she thought. And what people say—wasn’t that unreliable too? Everyone swore Tyrone was madly in love with Serena, that he’d given up his inheritance for her, that the stories were practically legend. But maybe none of it was true.

People really can’t be judged by appearances or by rumors.

“If you’d rather not go, just wait at home,” Tyrone added, as if sensing her uncertainty. “I just don’t want you to be bored here alone—Wilma’s with Serena too.”

Alicia hesitated, then nodded, a sly thought flickering in her eyes. If she tagged along, Serena wouldn’t have any excuse to keep Tyrone there, would she? Surely Serena couldn’t ask both the housekeeper and Tyrone to stay overnight, not with the daughter present too. Even if he owed Serena something, it couldn’t be stretched this far.

“Okay—let’s go,” Alicia said, picking up her pace and eating the rest of her pasta faster than she would’ve liked. Tyrone’s cooking was so good, it seemed almost a shame to rush through it.

“Take your time,” Tyrone said gently, pouring her a glass of water. “There’s no need to hurry. Wilma and Melanie are already there, and the doctors are on duty. It’s not like we’re rushing in for an emergency—we’ll just be sitting around waiting anyway.”

He’d already told Wilma to keep an eye on things and call if anything urgent happened.

But it hadn’t been Wilma who called—it was Melanie. That was probably a sign things weren’t too serious.

Alicia’s fingers paused over her fork. She glanced at Tyrone several times, realizing his logic made perfect sense.

She finished her pasta quietly, then dutifully carried her bowl and utensils to the sink.