Fated love: the unwanted bride

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 occasional hail banging on the rooftop.

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

Cheney Residence.

Yolanda 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, Yolanda struggled to keep her thoughts straight as she drifted into slumber.

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

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

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

Two o’clock in the morning.

Yolanda had a restless sleep.

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

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

An old and raspy voice echoed in the air.

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

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

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

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

“Grandpa, grandpa!” Yolanda 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 black, and her body was soaked in cold sweat.

In her panicked state, she forced her eyes open!

“Grandpa, grandpa!” She called out.

Only then did she realize it was a nightmare.

Yolanda quickly turned on the bedside lamp, 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…” Yolanda cried out in fear, her knees pulled to her chest.

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.

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.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Still trembling.

Her soft cries echoed and drifted around the room.

“Yolanda, Yolanda, why are you crying, don’t cry, you are a brave girl, don’t cry…grandpa misses you, will you come to accompany grandpa?”

“No! No!” Yolanda 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?”

Yolanda 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, Yolanda remembered that Chris Fern was at home!

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

Her fingers still shaking uncontrollably.

Shaking as she dialed Chris Fern’s phone number.

“Chris, Chris…”

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

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