Giving up his claim to the Lynch Corporation meant Tyrone couldn’t openly hand over that thirty million to Alicia anymore.
What would Alicia choose then?
Would she leave him? File for divorce?
There was no way to know.
“Wanna take a gamble?” Tyrone said quietly.
“Good luck, Tyrone.”
He ended the call and stood on the balcony, cigarette in hand, gazing out at the city lights.
Inside, Alicia sat curled up on the sofa, trying to figure out any way she could protect the child growing inside her—anything to keep her father-in-law from doing something terrible.
Once the smoke had faded from his clothes, Tyrone finally returned to the living room. He looked at Alicia, worry etched on her face, and spoke softly. “Alicia… if I lost everything—if I couldn’t keep my promise to give you thirty million a year—would you still stay with me?”
Alicia blinked in surprise, then looked up at him. “But we already have thirty million. I can take care of you.”
Tyrone managed a faint smile. His Alicia was still so innocent.
She didn’t realize that, in their world, falling from grace wasn’t just about losing money.
Right now, she was a woman of means—she could easily support him. “But I don’t want you to lose everything,” she said, worry creeping into her voice. “That’s all supposed to be yours.”
“Don’t worry. I was just asking,” Tyrone reassured her, not wanting to frighten her before he had to. Besides, walking away from the Lynch Corporation would take time, a process he couldn’t rush.
And his father needed to be handled carefully.
He needed to make sure that, once he stepped away, the old man wouldn’t go completely off the rails.
As for Easton…
He could only trust him, for now.
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Alicia had no idea Tyrone had already decided to give up his inheritance for her.
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