Chapter 179

“If Tyrone truly cares about you, that’s one thing... but how long do you think a rich man’s heart can stay true?” Albertine’s tone was thick with worry.

“Albertine, you don’t need to worry. I know how to stand on my own two feet—long before his feelings for me ever run out.” Alicia’s voice was calm;

she had her own plans.

She knew she came from nothing, and she’d accepted that. She had no shame in quietly biding her time.

She didn’t see anything wrong with using a man as a stepping stone. It wasn’t as if she’d been born into privilege—she needed a little help, and if that meant leaning on him, so be it.

Albertine squeezed her hand. “I believe you. You might look gentle, but you’ve always had a mind of your own.”

Albertine stayed in Seaview City for two days. Alicia took her shopping, bought gifts for the children at the orphanage, and then booked Albertine’s flight back home.

During those two days, Tyrone hadn’t called once. Alicia didn’t dare disturb him either, so she kept her phone tucked away, resisting the urge to reach out.

Still, the silence left her uneasy.

She wanted to tell him about the pregnancy, but the thought of something going wrong at her next check-up—of disappointing him—made her hesitate.

Maybe it was better to wait.

“Call me when you get to the orphanage,” Alicia said as she walked Albertine to the airport.

“Don’t worry, I will. Now you should get home—you need to take care of yourself, especially in these early months.” Albertine gave her a gentle push.

Alicia nodded, waiting until Albertine was through security before turning to leave.

In the swirling crowd, a man lurked, his eyes fixed on Alicia. As she moved toward a busy spot, he broke into a run and slammed straight into her.

He’d meant to knock her down, to cause a miscarriage—everyone knew how fragile pregnancies were at the beginning.

“Watch out!” Suddenly, Tyrone appeared out of nowhere, pulling Alicia into his arms just as the man lunged.

The attacker missed and crashed to the floor.

He shot a panicked glance at Tyrone and tried to bolt, but Felix was faster—pinning him down. “Trying to run? You think you can just walk away after that?”

Alicia stood frozen in shock, staring at Tyrone. “T-Tyrone? You... you’re back?”

Tyrone held her tightly, finally letting out a breath.

He looked exhausted—his eyes rimmed with red and the start of a beard shadowing his jaw. It wasn’t hard to guess how hard he’d been working lately.

“Our Mr. Lynch has gone completely mad. He crammed a week’s worth of work into three days... nearly drove the contractors crazy,” Felix said with a laugh, signaling for security to take the attacker away.

Alicia looked at Tyrone, startled. “Why are you working yourself so hard?”

“Haven’t slept in two nights, sweetheart...” Tyrone murmured, holding her close.

Alicia hugged him back, patting his back gently. “Let’s go home.”

At the word home, Tyrone stiffened, then managed a tired smile. “Yeah... let’s.”

—

In the car, Tyrone couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He leaned against Alicia’s shoulder, lacing his fingers with hers as he drifted off.

“Sweetheart... do you have any good news for me?” Tyrone’s voice was soft—he was waiting for Alicia to tell him herself. But she didn’t seem eager to speak.

Alicia’s cheeks turned pink. That pet name... it was almost too intimate.

“Well... the blood test says I’m pregnant, but it’s still early. Not a sure thing yet.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Tyrone, will you come with me for the follow-up in a few days?”

A slow smile spread across Tyrone’s lips as he straightened up. “And what are you supposed to call me now?”

He’d called her sweetheart—surely she could call him something in return?

Alicia’s thoughts scrambled. She remembered what Molly had once said—some wealthy men liked it when their girlfriends called them Daddy... It was a strange sort of game.

Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)

Chapter 178 Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse Chapter 760 - 756: Encountering a Man with Evil Intentions She glanced at Tyrone, flustered. “Do I really have to call you that? Can’t I wait until we’re home?”

Tyrone pouted. “Felix isn’t a stranger.”

Alicia stared at her lap for a long moment before mumbling, “Daddy...?”

Felix slammed on the brakes so hard he nearly catapulted himself through the windshield. On second thought, maybe it was better to pretend he was a stranger after all.