©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 38: The Weight of Survival
Next chapter:
Chapter 40: The Storm Waits no One
PREVIEW
... 's attention. His eyes were bloodshot, and the exhaustion was on his face, but he managed to hold himself upright.
For a moment, the room was deathly quiet, the tension suffocating as all eyes locked onto him, especially Old Man Sinclair's.
Sinclair, who had been frozen in place for what felt like an eternity, suddenly stirred. His eyes, sharp but rimmed with the weariness of age and worry, darted to Michael.
He pushed away from the couch with trembling hands, his steps s ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE