The Bound Between Us

Chapter 480

The news of Herman's hospitalization spread like wildfire, impossible to keep under wraps.

Julie's face went pale when she heard, and she rushed to the hospital without a second thought. As she sped through the streets, she cursed herself for her messed-up plans. She had been hoping to pin her unborn child on Herman, and now, with him in the hospital, her schemes were falling apart. If something happened to him, all her dreams of becoming Mrs. Šalstrom would vanish into thin air. Julie had once wanted to ruin Herman, but now, pregnant with his child, she was clinging to the hope of a blissful life as his wife. She knew about Herman's promise to Feiman to divorce Anastasia, and it thrilled her. After everything she'd done, her goal was finally within reach.

Joseph was stunned when he heard about what had happened at the Salstrom family estate. It was too wild to believe Herman had stabbed himself for a woman. Joseph had never really crossed paths with Anastasia, but now he was intrigued. A woman who could make Herman risk his life had to have something special.

Herman's desperate act had even earned a bit of respect from Joseph. A man who would go to such lengths was rare indeed. The old saying rang true: love and loyalty often clash. Herman had chosen honor over life, embodying the very essence of love. The knife had cut deep; Herman had shown no mercy to himself. A few millimeters more, and his heart would have been beyond repair.

stretched to their limits. Flynn and Feiman stood vigil in silence, their presence a mute testament to the gravity of the situation. The hushed corridors echoed with the weight of their silent

arrived, she didn't dare show her face and lurked around

in her chest, so severe it had her clutching at her heart

broke, she woke from the nightmare, heart racing, drenched in sweat. "Herman," she whispered, shaken by the dream's vividness, which felt

bloodied and saying goodbye, reminiscent of the one she had when their child was in danger.

yelling for what felt like an eternity, footsteps approached, and the cell door opened to reveal Flynn. Anastasia's heart sank at the sight of him, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. Her voice hoarse, she asked, "Is Herman in trouble?" Flynn's red eyes betrayed his sleepless night. The man who was usually all smiles now wore a mask of profound sorrow. Anastasia's panic grew, her voice trembling, "Flynn, talk

'Ms. Jewell' and the sight of the divorce papers made things clear to her. "Is