He hadn't been this angry in years.
Adrenaline surged through him so fast that he couldn't stop himself from trembling.
He wanted to keep it together, to swallow it down-but his body, driven by instinct, refused to let the rage go.
"The Lynch family and Lynch Corporation are what they are today because of the White family-because of me. Let's not pretend otherwise. It's not that I can't live without the Lynches. It's the Lynch family that can't live without me." Tyrone's words were harsh.
But they were the truth.
He was the one who patched up their losses, the one who rebuilt the broken, crumbling Lynch Corporation piece by piece with his own hands.
So why, after all that, should he let one phone call bring that man's new son back to reap the rewards?
"He's your father," the old man snapped, banging his hand on the table.
Tyrone just smiled, saying nothing more.
He held his tongue for fear of pushing his grandfather over the edge. The old man couldn't take it.
Years ago, it was the old man who forced that twisted marriage. Tyrone's own miserable existence was born out of that farce.
Growing up in the suffocating Lynch household, Marcus had every reason to run away.
But now, wanting to come back? No way.
"As long as I'm here, he's not coming back." Tyrone looked the old man squarely in the eye.
"This isn't your decision to make!" the old man shouted, slamming the table again.
The moment the old man lost his temper, Tyrone understood.
This wasn't just a test of his attitude. The old man had already decided he wanted Marcus, along with his new wife and son, to return to the Lynch family.
His eyes burned, that familiar suffocating feeling tightening in his chest.
It hurt so much, he could barely breathe.
His mind went blank, teetering on the edge of snapping-until he pictured Alicia's sweet, gentle face. Only then did his anger subside for a fleeting moment.
He was broken. A madman. He'd killed at ten years old-killed his own mother.
He needed medicine. Alicia was his medicine.
"You... have the final say."
Tyrone lowered his gaze and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
The old man slumped back in his chair, letting out a weary sigh.
He felt ancient. Before he died, he couldn't stand the thought of Marcus, his wife, and child suffering in that little seaside village. But he also knew-between father and son, there was a knot too tangled to ever unravel.
A knot that would never come loose, not even in death.
"Tyrone, you're amazing."
"Tyrone, you're a good person..."
Driving away from the Lynch estate, all Tyrone could think about was Alicia her laughing, sun-kissed face, the way she looked at him in a bikini by the ocean and told him he was a good man.
He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Maybe in the whole world, only Alicia truly believed he was a good person.
He loved the way she looked at himâher eyes bright, full of light.
That light made it easier for him to breathe.
It kept him alive.
"Young master... please, don't blame the old man too much. Marcus is his only son. He raised that boy with all the love he had-and Marcus was the child of the woman he loved most," the butler said quietly driving Tyrone to the airport. S
Tyrone said nothing.
He understood. He understood everything.
But no one understood his pain.
Bzzzt.
On the way to the airport, Tyrone's phone rang. It was Melanie.
"Uncle..." Melanie was sobbing, her voice nearly unrecognizable. âI'm sorryâI'm so
sorry I pushed Alicia down the stairs. I'm sorry..."
It felt as if all the blood in Tyrone's body froze in an instant.
In that moment, whatever remained of his reason snapped.
Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)
Chapter 232
RICHANT
Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse
Chapter 760-756: Encountering a Man with Evil Intentions