Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 299

“Dad, look at the situation we’re in. There’s no such thing as a real grudge between a father and son. If I were you, I’d drop my pride and go kneel outside Tyrone’s door—beg him for help. He’ll give it if you ask,” Easton said flatly.

Marcus’s face darkened. “And what about you? Can’t you do anything for your mother? Even if I begged until my knees broke, Tyrone wouldn’t hand over a dime.”

“How would you know if you haven’t even tried? The truth is, you just don’t love Mom, do you? She’s dying, and you still can’t swallow your pride.” Frustration flared in Easton’s eyes.

Marcus was at a loss for words, his mind going blank.

It was Valery who finally found her voice, sobbing as she spoke. “The million for surgery is just the beginning. God knows if I’ll even live long enough for you to make that money. I still want to see you get married, have children, let me hold my grandchild…”

Her tears only fell harder. “And what if the surgery doesn’t go well? What about the cost of recovery, the medication? Tyrone might help once, but there’s no way he’ll do it again. Son, do it for me, just this once…”

Easton nodded. “Fine. I’ll agree to inherit the Lynch family estate.”

Both Marcus and Valery stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Easton’s expression didn’t change. “But I have one condition.”

“Name it, anything,” Marcus said, his voice trembling with hope.

“It was you, Dad, who signed the papers years ago—cutting all ties to the Lynch family, swearing never to have any connection again. If I go back, I become one of them. That means we’re done. I’ll give you a million for Mom’s surgery, but after that, we’re through. No more contact. Even if you come begging, I won’t see you again.”

Marcus was stunned, hardly able to believe what he was hearing from his own son.

He stared at Easton, his hand shaking as he pointed at him. “You… you ungrateful child! Are you trying to kill me with anger?”

“Easton, how can you treat us like this?” Valery’s voice rose, panic clear as day.

Easton’s anger boiled over as he shoved the test results into Marcus’s arms. “You’re my parents! But you’ve used your own bodies to trick me—am I your son, or just a bargaining chip to you?”