The Bound Between Us

Chapter 824

Herman tucked the contract away, barely sparing Sandy a second glance. People like her didn't even register on his radar.

She'd saved him, she'd lied to him-call it square.

He threw her a parting shot. "Let's stay out of each other's lives. Don't show up in front of me or Anastasia again. Next time you fall for someone, try holding onto a shred of decency. Only animals can't control themselves. Leave yourself a little dignity before you go doing something you'll regret."

It stung more than a slap.

Sandy's face turned scarlet. He'd called her out, plain as day—said she was worse than an animal, chasing after her own sister's fiancé, without a scrap of shame.

Herman saw right through her bitterness and fake innocence. Not worth his time, and since Tavon was close to Anastasia, tangling with the Morton Group wasn't worth it either.

He was above holding grudges with people like Sandy. As long as he made the boundaries clear, that was enough.

As Herman walked out, Tavon was still waiting at the door. He tried a weak smile. "Hey, son-in-law, want to grab a cup of tea?"

"No need."

headed to the hospital

for a second, trying to play it off, and then went back inside. He glared at Sandy. "Sandy, get

I'm so awful, why don't you just tell the police

I'd known you'd turn out this twisted, I should've dumped you in the trash or flushed you down the toilet. You've got no remorse, not even after crossing

none of her heart. Anastasia might be sharp-tongued but she was soft inside. Sandy? All sweetness on the

that, Tavon stormed

could reach. Outside, the assistants just waited and listened, too scared to go

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pain he couldn't sleep. He looked worn out, his hair now

Nicholas was left all alone, barely eating-just a lonely old man in

he wasn't

his son. Every day, he'd tell anyone who'd listen, "I've got a son. He's just busy with work. He'll come see me when he

he looked, would sometimes bring him a little of their own food. Nicholas always tried to pay them back. He didn't want

That was his tragedy-having to bury his own child, being played and

accident. But he'd misjudged the angle, the driver panicked, and the wheel crushed his