The Bound Between Us

Chapter 183
All of a sudden, the car spiraled out of control, and Anastasia immediately sensed that this was bad news.
Everything had been fine when she first hit the road, so how come the brakes gave out on her out of the blue? Was this really
just an accident?
The memory of Christine’s warning, and that shady figure she spotted in the parking lot, made her blood run cold. Someone was
out to get her, they wanted her dead.
Anastasia’s toes curled up in her shoes; she wasn’t ready to kick the bucket, nor was she ready to accept that fate. What would
happen to her mom if she died? And what about Herman, who loved her to the moon and back?
The sound of her car smacking into the rock wall echoed through the woods, and smoke started seeping out from the back of her
vehicle.
Her phone was still buzzing, was Herman calling. Tears started streaming down Anastasia’s face as a sinking feeling washed
over her. She might not be able to go back; she might not get a chance to see Herman one last time.
But the will to live didn’t let Anastasia throw in the towel. She twisted and turned the steering wheel, trying to smash the car into
the mountain. If she couldn’t slow down, she might meet her maker right here. Sparks flew as the car collided with the mountain,
bouncing and jolting, until finally, with a loud crash, it toppled over a giant rock and flipped onto its side.
Being on a downhill slope, the car slid a few good meters due to inertia, before it finally landed on its side. Anastasia was a
bloody mess, barely hanging on, half of her body thrown out of the car, and lying on the ground. Raindrops fell onto her face; her
surroundings were pitch-black and quiet as if the Grim Reaper had arrived. She felt bone-chilling cold, as if she was surrounded
by ice.
After a while, she wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination or reality, but she thought she saw Herman running towards her with a
flashlight. Her ears were filled with noise. It sounded like Herman was crying, “Anastasia, Anastasia, wake up, can you hear me,
Ana?” His voice was filled with terror.
Time seemed to slow down, and a blinding white light hit her face, so intense that she couldn’t open her eyes. Her
consciousness was fading, and her thoughts jumbled. She thought she heard someone say, “Hang in there, it’s almost out.”
“Congratulations, it’s a girl, she’s beautiful. I’ve been working in obstetrics for years, and I’ve never seen such a pretty girl.”

“The girl is as beautiful as her mother.”
Anastasio heard a baby crying. What was going on, hadn’t she been in a car crash? Why was there a baby crying? Why was
someone congratulating her? Who was the beautiful girl? Who was giving birth?
Anastasia tried to open her eyes, but all she could see was the doctor’s retreating figure holding a baby. She tried to speak, but
no sound came out.
She was lost in the past, reliving the moment when she gave birth in the delivery room four years ago. In reality, she’d been
found by Herman and rushed to the hospital, currently lying in the operating room, undergoing emergency surgery. Her
consciousness was blurry, the shadowy figures of the doctors overlapped with the scene from four years ago, causing her
memory to become a scrambled
mess.
Herman was anxiously waiting outside the operating room, his face grim. A doctor stepped out of the operating room. “Family of
the injured, please sign here. The patient’s condition is very critical. Please prepare yourself.”
The doctor’s words made Herman’s heart drop. It had only been a day, and Anastasia was now lying in a pool of blood when he
saw her. “We have to save her,” Herman said, his voice filled with desperation. “No matter what it takes, we have to keep her
alive.”
The doctor replied, “We’ll do our best,” but didn’t make any promises.
Herman’s hand trembled as he signed the papers. As soon as he finished, he immediately dialed for top-tier surgeons, arranging
for a helicopter to bring them to operate on Anastasia. In an effort to add another layer of protection for Anastasia’s life, the best
surgeons in Riverdale were gathered at the hospital, going all out to save Anastasia.
Herman’s big fuss alerted Flynn and Katelyn, who hurriedly rushed to the hospital. Upon hearing the news of Anastasia’s car
accident, Katelyn’s legs almost gave out on her. “Son, how is Anastasia now?” Katelyn asked, her voice trembling.
The operating room doors were tightly shut, and Herman’s face was deathly pale. His clothes were stained with blood, from
when he held Anastasia. The sight of the blood on Herman was enough to make one’s heart pound; it was clear that Anastasia’s
injuries were
severe.

“She’s still in surgery,” Herman said, his voice already hoarse.
He was terrified that Anastasia wouldn’t make it. He didn’t dare tell Salma the news, who was still in the dark about Anastasia’s
accident.