The Bound Between Us

Chapter 416

Grannie Anita had always been a stone-cold statue when it came to Anastasia. Her disapproval was always apparent. But today, there was a marked difference in her demeanor. Not only was she acknowledging Anastasia, she was also showing genuine

concern.

Herman and Anastasia exchanged a knowing glance. Herman, with a warm smile, guided

Anastasia to her seat.

Katelyn, visibly ecstatic, chimed in, “I’ve specially prepared a delicious chicken soup for you, Ana. I’ll go fetch it.”

Flynn, sitting opposite Herman, chuckled, “Bro, you have no idea. Before you two got home, Grannie has mentioned several times how eager she is for a great-grandchild.”

Grannie Anita, feigning embarrassment, lightly tapped Flynn with her walking stick and shot him a stern look. “Can’t you keep your mouth shut for once?”

Flynn laughed heartily, “Look, Grannie is shy.”

Grannie Anita turned to Anastasia and asked, “When was your last prenatal check-up? What did the doctor say? Boy or girl?”

is normal,” Anastasia responded

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a

in agreement. Her previous preference for boys was now absent. “Herman, this is your first child. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, it’s all the same. I was just asking. As long as the baby’s healthy, that’s good. Anastasia, eat up. Pregnant women

Grannie,” Anastasia sighed

The old lady’s stubbornness was a manifestation of her love, and so

presented the chicken soup. “Ana, have a

Ana gets it?” Flynn joked, “Looks like Herman

“You’re a grown man. Why do you need chicken soup? If you want

holding a plate of pasta, retorted, “I’ll stick with my pasta

“You’re

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no pressure. She leaned towards Herman and whispered, “Where’s your Dad?”

as she finished her sentence, Feiman’s voice echoed from outside, “Herman,

ear to ear, held a bouquet of flowers as he walked

said. Her tone

about Feiman’s illegitimate child, she had been giving him the cold shoulder. Despite his numerous attempts to

yelled. She simply ignored Feiman, treating him as if he didn’t exist. This was far more torturous

of disappointment flashed across his face before he sat down to eat.