Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 193

Tyrone nodded and walked over to the hospital bed. “If you feel any discomfort, just let me know.”

Serena’s eyes were rimmed with red as she looked up at him, her voice tinged with accusation. “Why did you only come now? Do you not care if I live or die anymore?”

Seeing Serena so agitated, Tyrone spoke in a low, steady voice, trying to calm her. “Settle down. You’re in a hospital—there are doctors here. Me being here doesn’t really change anything.”

Serena glared at Alicia.

Alicia’s hand froze mid-bite, a piece of toasted bread halfway to her mouth. Instinctively, she hid it behind her back.

But then she paused, feeling a bit ridiculous. Why should she feel guilty? She was Tyrone’s wife, after all—even if it was just on paper.

“Was it her? Did she deliberately stall you? Didn’t let you come see me?” Serena’s voice rose, her words frantic. “Tyrone, you promised me. You said you’d take care of me.” Her agitation peaked—she yanked out her IV line, blood staining the crisp white sheets in a sudden, alarming smear.

Alicia realized then just how serious Serena’s condition was. Bipolar disorder was one of the most dangerous mental illnesses, wasn’t it?

A sharp pang of regret hit her. Maybe she shouldn’t have played her little tricks to delay Tyrone, knowing it might push Serena over the edge.

She lowered her head in guilt, staying quiet.

“This has nothing to do with her,” Tyrone said firmly, stepping in front of Alicia to shield her from Serena’s glare. “If you can’t get your emotions under control, I’ll arrange for you to go back to the clinic tomorrow.”

He frowned. He’d only agreed to Serena’s release after both she and the clinic staff had assured him her condition was stable. Clearly, things were still far from fine.

Serena stiffened, her outburst fading instantly.

She couldn’t go back to the clinic. If she did, Alicia—the sly little vixen—would have Tyrone all to herself.