Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 233

He hadn’t been this angry in years.

Adrenaline surged through him so fast that he couldn’t stop himself from trembling.

He wanted to keep it together, to swallow it down—but his body, driven by instinct, refused to let the rage go.

“The Lynch family and Lynch Corporation are what they are today because of the White family—because of me. Let’s not pretend otherwise. It’s not that I can’t live without the Lynches. It’s the Lynch family that can’t live without me.” Tyrone’s words were harsh.

But they were the truth.

He was the one who patched up their losses, the one who rebuilt the broken, crumbling Lynch Corporation piece by piece with his own hands.

So why, after all that, should he let one phone call bring that man’s new son back to reap the rewards?

“He’s your father,” the old man snapped, banging his hand on the table.

Tyrone just smiled, saying nothing more.

He held his tongue for fear of pushing his grandfather over the edge. The old man couldn’t take it.

Years ago, it was the old man who forced that twisted marriage. Tyrone’s own miserable existence was born out of that farce.

Growing up in the suffocating Lynch household, Marcus had every reason to run away.

But now, wanting to come back? No way.

“As long as I’m here, he’s not coming back.” Tyrone looked the old man squarely in the eye.

“This isn’t your decision to make!” the old man shouted, slamming the table again.

The moment the old man lost his temper, Tyrone understood.

This wasn’t just a test of his attitude. The old man had already decided—he wanted Marcus, along with his new wife and son, to return to the Lynch family.

His eyes burned, that familiar suffocating feeling tightening in his chest.

It hurt so much, he could barely breathe.

His mind went blank, teetering on the edge of snapping—until he pictured Alicia’s sweet, gentle face. Only then did his anger subside for a fleeting moment.

He was broken. A madman. He’d killed at ten years old—killed his own mother.

He needed medicine. Alicia was his medicine.