The Bound Between Us

Chapter 800

Sandy was the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to do whatever it took to get it. She was sharp and decisive, with a cold edge that ensured Herman wouldn't get a chance to strike back. She'd snuff out any such opportunity before it even arose.

That's what set her apart from Julie and Gianna; she wasn't one to go easy. Her top priority? Herself. Despite her constant battles with illness, having brushed shoulders with death countless times, Sandy didn't fear dying. Yet, paradoxically, she clung to life with fierce tenacity.

Herman's gaze was icy as he looked at her. "I'm listening."

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Sean decided to stick around, worried that

Herman might try to harm Sandy.

Sandy noticed his reluctance to leave. "Why don't you take a walk, Sean? I've got some things to discuss with George."

"I'm staying right here," Sean replied, planting himself firmly in his seat.

A smile played on Sandy's lips. She didn't want Sean to see her darker side. But his stubbornness made her reconsider; if things went south, she'd need someone to take the fall.

Sandy sat down on the sofa, gesturing for Herman to join her. "George, why don't you sit down? I've got some photos to show you, maybe they'll help jog your memory."

She handed him a stack of photos she'd already prepared. They were genuine, showing Anastasia and her children, Emmie and Nancy, from a celebration that felt like a cozy family gathering. Anastasia looked stunning, and the children were the picture of innocence. Herman, standing beside Anastasia, looked every bit the proud father.

When Herman looked at the photos, his pupils contracted sharply. It was as if some powerful force had slammed into his heart. He picked up the photos, his gaze intense, a sense of familiarity washing over him, coupled with a pounding headache. But he couldn't, for the life of him, remember who these people were to him.

Sean was equally shocked to see the photos. He shot Sandy a questioning look- was she really going to lay it all out for Herman? Revealing Herman's true identity could have disastrous consequences.

They'd kept it under wraps for months, and Sandy had been adamant about it. What had caused her to change her mind overnight and rush over to spill the beans?

Sean was sure there was more to this than met the eye.

with emotion. "Who is this woman? Are these... my

he really have a wife and

I am to you, or who she is. Even if I told you she's your wife,

the blue, leaving Herman reeling. "And

if I'd told you from the start that we don't know each other, would you have

left Sean bewildered. She seemed to

same time, leaving the

into a faint smile. After a moment, he regained his composure, studying Sandy

cunning and courage, Sandy was

you for the compliment," Sandy replied, embodying the grace of a socialite as she stood up. "Is there any tea in the room? I'm a bit thirsty, and we have a lot more

The Morton family, who had made their wealth from tea, would have

water in the kettle, tore open the teabag, and found three cups. "These cups could use a wash. I'll be right back,

Sandy had up her sleeve next.

the bathroom to rinse them. The hotel wasn't exactly

Herman sat, ensuring he was still on the sofa. Only then did she dare to pull out the vial

contained cyanide, a poison with a faint but detectable odor. In high concentration, it could be lethal within minutes; at lower

enough to

and with the water droplets left from rinsing, it would be hard to notice anything amiss once

in. In her nervousness, she accidentally dropped the vial, which

I'm afraid you'll have to settle for some basic hotel tea today. But once we're back in Willowbrook, I'll brew

knew he wasn't interested in small talk, so she kept the conversation focused. "The

was enough to hold Herman's attention

dare question Sandy's motives for revealing this. Suddenly feeling a pressing need to

need to use the restroom," he said, rising from his

for the bathroom, Sandy remembered the broken glass in the