The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 505

Anastasia had been hanging around Jason quite a lot over the past few months, getting to know his ways. He had this icy demeanor that masked a warm heart, and every so often, he’d crack a joke. But most of the time, he was all business, no-nonsense, and straight to the point.

Today, though, Jason was unusually prickly, correcting her with a sharp remark: “That’s your ex-husband.”

Caught off guard, Anastasia glanced over at Jason. Man, he could be so... petty. She needed his help, so she didn't argue.

Jason got in touch with a buddy, exchanged brief hellos, and promptly pulled up the traffic surveillance video from the day Anastasia had her mishap.

Inside the control room, the on-duty traffic cop said, “Jason, Ms. Jewell, here we have the footage from Peace Avenue on the day in question. I’m gonna step out for a cup of instant noodles. Do you want anything?”

Anastasia politely declined, “No thanks, we’re good.”

But Jason had no qualms about speaking up, “Johns, forget the instant noodles. Ms. Jewell here has kindly ordered us all a midnight feast. We’ll be having a proper meal shortly.”

Anastasia shot Jason a puzzled look. When had she done that?

The cop, Johns, chuckled, “Well, that’s mighty kind of Ms. Jewell. There are four of us on duty tonight. Don’t go overboard with the order, Ms. Jewell.”

With a forced laugh, Anastasia found herself going along with Jason’s narrative. Everyone was taking him at his word, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Of course, thank you, Officer Johns,” she replied, feeling obligated to follow through. She was the one asking for a favor, after all. Buying a late-night meal was the least she could do.

Once Johns stepped out, Anastasia sat down and began to order delivery on her phone. She had to live up to her word now.

“We’ll have to take it slow, then,” Jason said as he scrolled through the footage. “The car only passed that intersection for a few seconds. If you can’t be precise, we’ll have to camp out here and wait for it to show up.”

So they sat there, eyes glued to the screen. Anastasia’s nerves were wound tight, afraid she’d miss the moment Gianna’s car passed through the intersection. After about fifteen minutes, Gianna’s car finally appeared on the monitor at the Peace Avenue intersection.

Anastasia felt her heart twist. Deep down, she didn’t want to believe Gianna was involved. She wanted to think it was just an accident.

But there it was on the screen: Gianna’s car in the through lane, noticeably slowing down as it approached the intersection. Anastasia watched intently as the car continued, then, at the last crucial moment, turned onto the very street where the accident had occurred.

Seeing this, Anastasia felt a cold wave wash over her.