Chapter 715 Future of the Lynches

• The midday sun beat down with relentless intensity, filling the air with a heavy, stifling heat that seemed to weigh down on everything.
• The world felt unnaturally still, disturbed only by the occasional flurry of wings as a few birds took flight, their movements rustling the branches, once untouched by the breeze.
• A bitter laugh escaped Vera's lips, cutting through the silence like a sharp blade, her voice trembling with unspoken pain.