Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 336

Alicia had taken a few days off work to stay with Tyrone in Harboridge City.

The old man had been transferred to the intensive care unit, where security was airtight—other than his private team of doctors and nurses, no one was allowed inside.

Marcus had considered bribing someone on staff, but with such a tight-knit medical team, the chances were slim to none.

Brandon, for his part, was only there to stir up trouble. With the patriarch’s days clearly numbered, the last thing he wanted was to get his own hands dirty by orchestrating Maddox Lynch’s demise.

But Marcus—he was running out of patience.

“What are we going to do? What are we going to do? Tomorrow they’re moving the old man into a regular room,” Valery fretted, pacing the living room. “I am not going back to that miserable life with you, Marcus. All these years, you could have had it easy, but instead you dragged me through hell. I’m not about to let you ruin what little comfort I have left.”

She glared at Marcus, clearly expecting him to come up with a solution.

“What do you want me to do? Nobody’s been able to get to him,” Marcus snapped.

“But tomorrow, when they move him to a regular room, we’ll have access. All we need to do is find a way to stall Tyrone and Easton, and then we—” Valery hesitated, then bit her lip, her mind racing to darker possibilities.

Marcus’s expression went pale; she was suggesting he kill his own father.

“The old man’s body is failing anyway. Whether it’s a day sooner or later, what difference does it make?” Valery whispered, clutching Marcus’s arm as she sat beside him, her anxiety barely concealed. “But Marcus, can you really just sit back and watch him sign the will, handing everything over to Tyrone? Have you seen the way that man looks at you?”

She pressed on, her voice trembling. “Tyrone would tear you apart if he could. If he inherits everything, do you really think he’ll let you live? You know what he’s capable of.”

A flicker of terror crossed Marcus’s face.

“That bastard killed his own mother—why would he spare me? That’s why I ran, why I’ve spent all these years hiding in that tiny fishing village. I’ve always been afraid he’d track me down and finish the job,” Marcus ground out through clenched teeth.

Tyrone was a madman.

Marcus had witnessed Tyrone murder his mother with his own eyes.

He was terrified of Tyrone.

Even when Tyrone was just a child, Marcus knew he’d grow into a venomous serpent.

“You’re right. I can’t let the old man sign everything over to him. Someone like Tyrone should stay buried in the dark—if he crawls out, we’re all dead,” Marcus said, his voice shaking.