The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 1053

Her daughter was already getting love letters?

Now it made sense to Anastasia—no wonder Lisa had been so hostile toward her.

If Lisa had just come to her calmly about the kids, Anastasia would have handled it the same way. But this?

Anastasia shot back, “Your son is the one writing love letters. Mrs. Reed, maybe you should pay more attention to your own child instead of keeping tabs on everyone else’s.”

In Anastasia’s book, she could put up with a lot, but not when it came to her family or her child.

Lisa’s tone had made it clear—she was basically blaming Paradise for leading her son on. Like hell Anastasia was going to let that slide.

Not a chance.

“Anastasia, what is that supposed to mean? Are you just going to ignore this?” Lisa was so flustered she dropped all formalities. “You’re her mother! How could you just stand by? Or did you actually teach your daughter to—”

“Mrs. Reed, you and I run in the same circles. We’ll be seeing each other again and again. It’s best for everyone if we watch what we say,” Anastasia said coolly. “We’re both mothers here. Why direct so much hostility at a child? And be careful—don’t let yourself get used as someone else’s pawn.”

Before today, Anastasia and Lisa had barely exchanged more than a polite nod. But that “Did you actually—” from Lisa made Anastasia’s radar ping. Clearly, someone had been feeding Lisa nonsense and sending her in with her mind already made up.

Lisa’s expression soured. “Anastasia, my son will marry someone from a good family—someone kind and well-mannered. The kids are too young for this. School needs to come first. We should both keep our children in line before something serious happens.”

With that, Lisa turned on her heel and left.

Anastasia just stood there, fuming.

She got in her car and pulled away from the school. She had to get to the Intangible Heritage Studio for a video shoot on bamboo weaving—a craft that needed more people to appreciate it.

Fewer and fewer artisans were left. Only a few elderly folks in rural areas still practiced bamboo weaving, and hardly any young people wanted to learn. The whole tradition was on the brink of disappearing.

It was slow, painstaking work—handmade, the kind that didn’t fit into today’s high-speed, industrial world. So much heritage had already been lost.

People went nuts for foreign luxury brands, but the real treasures were the crafts their ancestors left behind.

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