The Bound Between Us

Chapter 183

All of a sudden, the car spiraled out of control, and Anastasia immediately sensed that this was bad news.

Everything had been fine when she first hit the road, so how come the brakes gave out on her out of the blue? Was this really just an accident?

The memory of Christine’s warning, and that shady figure she spotted in the parking lot, made her blood run cold. Someone was out to get her, they wanted her dead.

Anastasia’s toes curled up in her shoes; she wasn’t ready to kick the bucket, nor was she ready to accept that fate. What would happen to her mom if she died? And what about Herman, who loved her to the moon and back?

The sound of her car smacking into the rock wall echoed through the woods, and smoke started seeping out from the back of her vehicle.

Her phone was still buzzing, was Herman calling. Tears started streaming down Anastasia’s face as a sinking feeling washed over her. She might not be able to go back; she might not get a chance to see Herman one last time.

But the will to live didn’t let Anastasia throw in the towel. She twisted and turned the steering wheel, trying to smash the car into the mountain. If she couldn’t slow down, she might meet her maker right here. Sparks flew as the car collided with the mountain, bouncing and jolting, until finally, with a loud crash, it toppled over a giant rock and flipped onto its side.

finally landed on its side. Anastasia was a bloody mess, barely hanging on, half of her body thrown out of the car, and lying on the ground. Raindrops fell onto her face; her surroundings were pitch-black and quiet as if the Grim Reaper had arrived.

ears were filled with noise. It sounded like Herman was crying, “Anastasia, Anastasia, wake up, can you hear me, Ana?” His voice was filled with

slow down, and a blinding white light hit her face, so intense that she couldn’t open her eyes. Her consciousness was fading, and

been working in obstetrics for years, and I’ve never seen such a

is as beautiful

was there a

to open her eyes, but all she could see was the doctor’s retreating figure holding

moment when she gave birth in the delivery room four years ago. In reality, she’d been found by Herman and rushed to the hospital, currently lying

mess.

operating room, his face grim. A doctor stepped out of the operating

pool of blood when he saw her. “We have to save her,” Herman said, his voice filled with desperation. “No matter what it takes, we have to

replied, “We’ll do our best,” but didn’t make