Chapter 654: Chapter 654: Your death has nothing to do with me


    It was a day where the rain in Landon fell unceasingly.


    The sound of rain was everywhere with asional hail banging on the rooftop.


    By nightfall, the rain merged with the night; a white fog hung in the air.


    Cheney Residence.


    Ynda Fern seemed to catch a cold after returning from the cemetery. After taking some cold medicine, she went to bed early.


    Before she slept, she made a call to Sylvan Cheney.


    She reminded him of a few things after learning that he had left for T City, and then hung up the phone.


    Feeling the effects of the cold medicine, Ynda struggled to keep her thoughts straight as she drifted into slumber.


    The rain outside was steadily beating against the window ss, pattering loudly.


    Cheney Residence was starkly silent, only lined with street lights outside, casting lights on the ground.<div>


    The yellowish glow reflected off the stagnant water on the ground like lustrous, pristine mirrors.


    Two o’clock in the morning.


    Ynda had a restless sleep.


    Tossing and turning, her heart pounded, and ayer of cold sweat formed on her back.


    “Ynda, Ynda, Grandpa is here to see you. How have you been recently?”


    An old and raspy voice echoed in the air.


    “Hmm…” Ynda replied in her sleep, she was dreaming of Spencer Childe again.


    “Ynda, Grandpa’s heart has been hurting badly recently, very ufortable, do you have medicine? Extremely ufortable…”


    “Ynda, get up, grandpa is taking you to an exhibition.”


    “Ynda, why isn’t Chris by your side…”


    “Grandpa, grandpa!” Ynda furrowed her forehead, breaking out into a cold sweat.


    It seemed like Spencer Childe’s voice was resonating in her ears, and she covered them in pain.


    The room was pitch ck, and her body was soaked in cold sweat.


    In her panicked state, she forced her eyes open!N?v(el)B\\jnn


    “Grandpa, grandpa!” She called out.


    Only then did she realize it was a nightmare.


    Ynda quickly turned on the bedsidemp, suddenly, she noticed the curtain move slightly. It seemed like something was floating outside!


    A white object, like a silhouette and also like a ghost!


    “No, no, I did nothing wrong, don’t… I really did nothing wrong…” Ynda cried out in fear, her knees pulled to her chest.<div>


    Her disheveled hair fell on both sides of her body, trembling relentlessly.


    Her nightdress was soaked, her entire body covered in sweat.


    Her hands and feet were cold, her pupils contracted, devoid of any focus.


    She closed her eyes, afraid to open them.<div>


    She was terrified, to the extreme.


    So terrified that she was losing her mind, so terrified that she was panicking.


    She shrank into a ball, huddled in the corner of the bed.


    Still trembling.


    Her soft cries echoed and drifted around the room.


    “Ynda, Ynda, why are you crying, don’t cry, you are a brave girl, don’t cry…grandpa misses you, will youe to apany grandpa?”


    “No! No!” Ynda started to experience auditory hallucinations again, “Grandpa, can you stop scaring me? Your death has nothing to do with me, it was Teagan Cheney who did it, it was him, not me.”


    “Grandpa, please, don’t scare me anymore… Can I burn some paper money for you tomorrow?”


    “Grandpa, you love me so much, can you bless me?”


    Ynda spoke incoherently, her voice trembling.


    These past few days, she had been suffering from insomnia, making her mentally disoriented.


    With no voices in her ears anymore, Ynda remembered that Chris Fern was at home!


    She hurriedly crawled over to the side of the bed for her cellphone.<div>


    Her fingers still shaking uncontrobly.


    Shaking as she dialed Chris Fern’s phone number.


    “Chris, Chris…”


    Upon hearing Ynda’s sobbing voice, Chris immediately sat up from his bed: “Ynda, what happened?”


    He jumped off his bed, grabbed his phone, and rushed towards Ynda’s room.