Chapter 327 The Butterfly Effect

• "Son, come inside and have breakfast," Ruth called from the doorway. Her voice was warm and full of that familiar maternal joy, making Tyler's chest tighten with sudden, overwhelming emotion.
• He stood on the porch of the Grant home, staring at the scene like it was a dream. The house, which was supposed to be in ruins, looked pristine. There was fresh paint on the walls, no mold or creepers climbing the facade, and the garden bloomed with his mother's favorite flowers.
• Hugh stood beside her, his arm around her waist, both of them looking younger, healthier, and happier than he had seen them in years.