The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 825

Nicholas broke down like a little kid who’d just been scolded, sniffling and sobbing so loudly that everyone else in the hospital room jumped in surprise.

Herman, never one for emotional displays, didn’t try to comfort him. He just yanked a tissue from the box, handed it over, and said, “I got a settlement from Sandy for you. You’ll be fine, money-wise. This is the last time I’ll visit.”

If it weren’t for Nicholas’s obvious fatherly love, Herman wouldn’t have bothered showing up at all.

He’d already gone above and beyond for Nicholas—honestly, he’d been more generous than anyone could expect.

The old Herman wouldn’t have cared if a stranger lived or died, let alone someone who’d lied to him.

Maybe it was the memory loss. Maybe it was the way Nicholas had stuck by him during those lost months. Whatever the reason, Nicholas had gotten under his skin.

Nicholas stared at Herman, stunned, shame and sorrow in his eyes. He wanted to call him “son,” but the word just wouldn’t come—he knew, deep down, the man in front of him wasn’t his boy.

A woman visiting her father-in-law in the next bed overheard and couldn’t hold back. “What’s wrong with you? Your dad’s in this shape and you’re just walking away? Where’s your conscience? He raised you, and this is how you repay him? Ungrateful—shame on you!”

Nicholas panicked when he heard Herman being scolded. “No, no, don’t blame him! It’s not his fault, he—”

Tears streaked down Nicholas’s wrinkled cheeks as he looked at Herman, forcing the words out: “He’s not my son.”

The woman didn’t buy it for a second. She figured Nicholas was just covering for him. “Oh please, Uncle Nick, don’t stick up for him. Someone needs to set him straight. He can’t just walk out on his own father!”

Herman didn’t react—just stood there, calm and quiet.

Nicholas tried again, voice trembling. “Really, he’s not my son. My son… he’s probably gone. I’m the one who owes this young man. He still came to help me, and I’m already grateful. Son—Mr. Salstrom, I’m sorry I lied to you all this time. I kept calling you, just to tell you… you’re not George.”

“I already know,” Herman said, handing Nicholas an envelope with Sandy’s agreement inside. “Take this. It’s enough for you to live comfortably back home.”

Nicholas hung his head, guilt all over his face. “Mr. Salstrom, you’re not mad at me? I helped Miss Sandy trick you. I’m sorry.”

He’d known for a while that his real son was probably dead. He just couldn’t accept it.

“It’s in the past,” Herman replied, voice cool but not unkind. “Take care of yourself.”

Herman didn’t linger. He arranged for a nurse to look after Nicholas and left out the truth—that the real George was dead.

Human nature—don’t test it unless you’re ready to be disappointed, suffocated, and left hopeless.

Herman never heard a word about Nicholas’s death. He wrapped up his business in a day and caught the next train back to Riverdale.

He didn’t tell Anastasia anything, and instead of heading to Salstrom Manor, he went straight to Harmony Meadows.

As he strolled through the neighborhood, a sudden rush of air warned him—someone was attacking from behind.

Herman spun, dodging instinctively. He faced a man he didn’t recognize, but didn’t let on. No need to reveal he’d lost his memory.

It was Rowan. Rowan had been itching for a confrontation.

Rowan’s eyes burned with anger. “She loves you, and you’re messing around with Sandy? You don’t deserve her.”

Rowan had followed Herman to Willowbrook and found out he’d spent months with Sandy. He had no idea about Herman’s amnesia—he just thought he was standing up for Anastasia.

But Herman caught something in Rowan’s words. He raised an eyebrow. “You got a thing for my wife, huh?”