Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 310

Alicia called Tyrone, but he didn’t pick up.

She spent the whole afternoon in class, barely absorbing a word.

Winnie noticed something was off, and leaned over, whispering, “Is something wrong?”

Alicia shook her head. Honestly, she didn’t know.

Maybe Tyrone was just busy…

During the last period, Easton got a call. As he stood to leave, he glanced at Alicia for a split second before slipping out early.

Alicia’s fingers curled into a fist. She wasn’t just being paranoid—her gut told her Easton’s sudden departure had everything to do with Tyrone.

Had the old man finally forced Tyrone to leave?

She’d managed to keep her pregnancy a secret, using Winnie’s name at the clinic, so nobody should have found out…

“Alicia?”

The class had ended, but Alicia still hadn’t snapped out of her daze. Winnie touched Alicia’s forehead, checking for a fever—nothing.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Winnie said, concern etched on her face.

“Has Tyrone gotten in touch with you?” Alicia asked anxiously.

Something was wrong with Tyrone. In the past, even if he missed her call, he’d always call her back as soon as he saw it. But now, two hours had passed and still nothing.

“No, nothing,” Winnie replied, checking her phone.

Alicia followed Winnie out of the building in a daze. They’d barely reached the gate when they ran into Clayton.

“Nicole already left,” Winnie greeted him.

“If this is about making me divorce Tyrone, I’m sorry, but there’s really no point in me going. If I refuse, he’ll just get upset,” Alicia murmured.

She didn’t want to make enemies, but she wasn’t giving up Tyrone.

Last night, she’d asked for a divorce—if Tyrone had agreed, she would have walked away. But he hadn’t. As long as Tyrone refused, Alicia wouldn’t say yes to anyone else—not even Reginald.

“It’s not about the divorce,” Clayton replied, sounding weary.

“Then…?” Alicia honestly couldn’t think of any other reason Reginald would want to see her.

“I’m sorry. I don’t really know the details myself,” Clayton said, avoiding her gaze.

The fewer people who knew about Alicia’s true identity, the safer she’d be—especially with people like Brandon and Jade White lurking in the background. Even Alicia herself was better off not knowing.

Clayton had finally told Reginald the truth: that Alicia was Nicole. The old man, who had kept this to himself as long as he could, had finally given in. He had to come to Seaview and see for himself—the granddaughter he’d been yearning for all these years.