Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 332

Tyrone was silent for a long moment before he finally nodded. “Are the plane tickets booked?”

His assistant nodded back. “Everything’s ready.”

Tyrone turned to Alicia. “Come with me. We’re going back to Seaview City.”

Alicia gave a quiet nod.

No matter what, the old man in Seaview City was Tyrone’s grandfather—the one who’d raised him, the one who made him who he was.

She understood why Tyrone still showed Easton mercy: it was all out of gratitude for the old man’s kindness in the past.

Tyrone had come from a broken family—a loveless mother, a useless father. Without his grandfather, he wouldn’t have survived, let alone become the man he was.

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Harboridge City.

When Tyrone and Alicia arrived at the hospital, the extended Lynch clan had already gathered outside the emergency room, voices raised in a heated argument.

Everyone insisted they’d contributed the most to Lynch Corporation, the most to the family. None of them had any respect for Easton, the current figurehead—after all, he was still just a college student, nowhere near capable of holding them at bay.

They pressed in on him, demanding more of the family fortune for themselves.

“The old man took ill so suddenly, he never left a will. How the inheritance is divided is up to Marcus now. Marcus, you’d better make sure it’s fair.” Now that Tyrone was no longer in charge—driven out by his own grandfather—everyone treated it as a given that Marcus was the one to please.

In the past few days, everyone had fawned over Marcus and his wife, Valery. Overnight, they’d gone from being nobodies in the countryside to basking in the attention and flattery of the entire family. The sudden elevation had clearly gone to their heads.

Easton stood off to the side, glaring at the squabbling relatives.

“Is it really true Grandpa didn’t leave a will?” Easton finally asked, unable to keep silent.

He couldn’t believe it. For someone who’d survived so many years in the business world, the old man would never make such a rookie mistake.

A family this size—if the patriarch didn’t prepare a will in advance, chaos was guaranteed after his death. Even if the illness had come on suddenly, he should’ve had a will in place years ago.

The butler said nothing. He knew that when it came to wills, his job was to step aside.

But he also knew the truth: the old man did have a will.

It was in the hands of the Lynch Corporation’s legal team—split into four copies, each held by a different lawyer. Only when all four lawyers came together could the will be read aloud. The old man had always told the family there was no will, just to keep greedy hands away from the lawyers and the document itself.

“Winnie, these last few days, I’ve been your closest companion—shopping with you, keeping you company. We’re practically sisters-in-arms now,” one of the aunts said meaningfully, turning to Valery with a smile. “You won’t forget about me, will you?”