The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 1130

Seeing Mr. Walker looking pale, Autumn reached for his hand and tried to smile. “Hey, babe, don’t stress. It was just a fluke, okay? Both me and the baby are perfectly fine. Honestly, it was my fault—I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Mr. Walker forced out a thin smile. “As long as you’re alright. Autumn, just get some rest. The housekeeper will bring you some chicken soup in a bit.”

But he couldn’t admit to Autumn that maybe it wasn’t an accident at all.

He could tell Herman had already figured it out.

Once Autumn was settled, Mr. Walker slipped out, pulled out his phone, and hissed into it, “How did this get out…?”

If Herman caught on, things could get ugly fast.

Herman wasn’t the type to let things slide.

Mr. Walker was already regretting ever arranging that “accident.” Even before he’d made the call, he’d wrestled with his own conscience.

It stung—being blackmailed at his level.

He’d just wanted to scare Herman, to teach him a lesson, so he’d sent someone after Anastasia. He never expected Herman to retaliate in kind.

If anything had really happened to Anastasia, Autumn’s early labor today would be the least of his problems.

He knew Herman only had suspicions—no proof.

Now he was stuck: either spend his life as the Salstrom family’s fixer, or tear them down himself.

He’d even tried to recruit Joseph, to pit him against Herman, but Joseph had no interest—no matter how much Mr. Walker hinted.

News that Mr. Walker had become a father later in life spread like wildfire. Suddenly, his office was full of coworkers dropping by with gifts, all eager to cozy up.

Everyone smiled and praised how much the baby looked like Mr. Walker, but the second their backs were turned, they started whispering—the kid didn’t look like him at all.

This was Herman’s second little “gift”—the rumors about Autumn and Devin were everywhere now.

Nothing stays secret for long. Gossip spread from one person to the next, getting wilder every time, until even the tiniest detail had snowballed into a full-blown soap opera.

That day, a group of coworkers swung by the hospital. As they walked out together, the snickering started.

“I just saw the baby—he doesn’t look a thing like Mr. Walker.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t he look a little like Devin?”

“Hah, maybe the rumors are true.”

“So you heard, too? Looks like Mr. Walker’s wearing a fool’s cap.”

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