Chapter 308

The atmosphere around Tyrone was thick with tension; he hadn’t spoken for what felt like ages.

Alicia could sense his anger. She kept her head down, wringing her hands, looking for all the world like a child caught misbehaving.

After brooding in silence, Tyrone finally broke it. “So if we get divorced, does that mean my child gets someone else’s last name? What, in a few years, my own kid’s going to be called Lawson?”

Jealousy simmered in Tyrone’s voice, that sharp-tongued cynicism of his rearing its head again.

“Sure, you want to protect yourself and the baby. Fine. But do you really think, showing up with a baby bump, that everyone’s going to turn a blind eye? Who are you trying to fool about whose child it is?” He rubbed his temples, visibly frustrated.

Even if Alicia ran off to Italy, it might not solve anything. As soon as her pregnancy started showing, people would put two and two together. His father would realize the child was Tyrone’s—and he’d never let the baby be born.

To make matters worse, both Tyrone and Clayton Holloway already knew Alicia’s real identity: Ms. White. If she disappeared for a few years and came back, would there be anything left for Tyrone to claim—with enemies on all sides?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. “Divorce? Out of the question. If you had any sense in that head of yours, you’d be thinking of another way out.”

Alicia’s lips trembled. She genuinely couldn’t think of any other solution. If she’d had even a halfway decent family background, Tyrone’s father wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her.

“If you can’t come up with anything, stop making things more complicated.” Tyrone snatched the pregnancy test from her hands, snapped a picture, and—almost smugly—sent it straight to Clayton.

He texted, showing off: My wife’s pregnant again. I’m worried the old man might come after her or the baby. I’m planning to talk to Patriarch Reginald White about it.

Are you out of your mind? Your father only wants the baby gone. But if Alicia’s identity as Ms. White gets out, the White family will be after her, too.

Clayton called immediately, scolding Tyrone before he could get a word in.

“My point is, I’ll talk with Reginald first—see if he can raise the issue with my father,” Tyrone said, stepping out onto the balcony, trying to work out the best way forward.

“No way. Your father’s been acting crazy lately,” Clayton shot back. “No way I’m risking Alicia’s life.”

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Chapter 307 The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind “So what do you suggest?” Tyrone sighed.

“Step down from Lynch Corporation. Hand it over to your brother,” Clayton said, almost gleefully. “What’s the matter—can’t bear to let it go?”

Tyrone arched an eyebrow. He had to admit, Clayton had a point.

“You’re right. And with Alicia pregnant, I can actually stay with her for once—be around all the time. Kenney Lockwood’s got things under control here in Seaview City; I can keep working remotely without having to reveal my real identity.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He could finally give Alicia the attention she deserved.

“But think about it,” Clayton warned. “Once you’re no longer CEO of Lynch Corporation, every shark in the water’s going to take a bite out of you.”

Walking away from Lynch Corporation meant a clean break with his father. The media would have a field day: Tyrone Lynch, cast out by Maddox, replaced by his younger brother. And anyone who’d ever held a grudge against Tyrone would be lining up to kick him while he was down.

“How else can you tell who’s a friend and who’s a snake unless you hit rock bottom?” Tyrone replied coolly.

Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d be left with nothing. He still had Evercrest Group—just that alone was enough to crush Lawson & Co. In fact, Evercrest’s influence on the mainland already far exceeded that of Lynch Corporation.

A little “fall from grace” might actually be a blessing. Let’s see who sticks around when the dust settles.

“Aren’t you worried?” Clayton pressed. “If you lose everything, your brother takes your inheritance, Alicia gets tired of being with a nobody and leaves you for someone else?”

It was a sobering thought. Human nature was fickle.

Easton was still young now, but what about later?

After all, Alicia had only agreed to the marriage for the money—thirty million a year, written in black and white.

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