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.

his voice hoarse with emotion. "Who is

really have a

remember anything, George. You can't recall who I am to you, or who she is. Even if I

were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Herman reeling. "And those kids... are they

the start that we don't know each other, would you

Sean bewildered. She seemed to be saying everything

time, leaving the

a moment, he regained his composure, studying Sandy anew. "Whatever

and courage,

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 to discuss. Let me get us some tea, and we can

The Morton family, who had made their wealth from

cups. "These cups could use a

what Sandy had up her sleeve next. "No rush," he

cups to the bathroom to rinse them. The hotel wasn't exactly top-notch, so it lacked some

frosted glass towards where Herman sat, ensuring he was still on the sofa. Only then did she dare

but detectable odor. In high concentration, it could be lethal within

the amount. The concentration she had was strong enough to cause a stroke and

the poison into one of the cups. It wasn't much, and with the water droplets left from

a hint of fear creeping in. In her nervousness, she accidentally dropped the vial, which shattered on the floor. She quickly wrapped the shards in a paper towel and tossed them

three cups, Sandy returned just as the water finished boiling. "George, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for some basic hotel tea today. But once we're back

so she kept the conversation focused. "The woman in the photo is Anastasia, your wife. And those two children are your

enough to

anxious. He didn't dare

the restroom,"

Sandy remembered the broken glass