The Bound Between Us

Chapter 474

As Tavon took in Salma's words, a wave of calm washed over him. "Salma," he said with a reassuring smile, "if our son-in-law isn't worried, then we shouldn't be either. It seems our daughter has quite the hold on him. As long as he's smitten with Ana, this will all work out." Salma hadn't considered this angle. All she knew was that every day Anastasia spent at the police station was another day of unrest for her.

"The Hendersons won't let this go," she fretted. "This is a murder case. If Ana ends up in prison, it's all over."

Tavon acknowledged the gravity of the situation. "Don't panic just yet," he said. "I'll be there soon."

"Okay," Salma hung up, pacing the living room with a nervous energy that refused to settle. "Sis, Sis!"

It was Cynthia's voice, calling even before she entered.

and saw Cynthia outside.

like finding a rock in a storm for Salma-it meant having someone to talk to. Her emotions, barely contained, broke

her sister, there was no need for

on full display, as if she'd latched onto a

deeply concerned. "I saw the news. Ana's been accused of murder. I rushed over. Sis, tell me what happened. Did Ana really kill someone? Is she facing a life sentence, or worse, the electric chair?" The

"Could Ana really be facing the electric chair? What are

feeling Salma's icy palms. Though part of her relished Salma's distress, Cynthia remembered how Salma had bragged about Anastasia and pitied her own daughter, Gianna. Now, she felt Salma's concern for Gianna had always been

by worry. Salma's comfort had been welcome then, but now that she didn't need it, the past seemed less genuine. The gratitude and sisterly bond seemed fleeting, easily shattered. Entering the house, Cynthia couldn't help but envy the luxurious villa. It irked her that Salma lived in such splendor-a splendor she had never known. Deep down, Cynthia looked down on Salma, believing she lived off her daughter's success and was vain. But Cynthia wouldn't show her disdain.

face the electric chair. It's my fault. Ana wanted my homemade apple pie yesterday. I should've sensed