The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 840

Sandy walked into the living room, instantly annoyed at the sight of her mom, Ashley, crying like the world was ending. Honestly, did she have to fall apart every single time something happened? Sandy just couldn’t deal with it.

Sean shot her a warning look. “Sandy, could you maybe not right now?”

She sighed. “Sean, come on, it’s not like this is the first time with Mom and Dad. If we don’t deal with their mess, are we just supposed to pretend it’s all fine forever?” Her tone was sharp, unsympathetic. “Can you give us a minute alone? I need to talk to Mom.”

Sean hesitated, then leaned closer, voice low. “Sandy, Mom’s already upset. Go easy, okay?”

He looked genuinely worried. Sandy had a reputation—when she got tough, nobody was safe, not even Dad or the people she loved.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Sandy muttered, already losing patience.

Sean headed upstairs, casting a last glance back. Ashley was curled up on the couch, sniffling like her heart had just been broken.

Sandy couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Mom, crying like this isn’t going to bring Dad back. Seriously, there are plenty of men out there. If this doesn’t work out, the next one’s probably better.”

Ashley looked up, tears running down her face. “That’s easy for you to say. I’ve spent decades with your father. How do I just throw that away?”

Sandy shrugged, giving a crooked half-smile. “I doubt Dad feels the same. You’ve got so much going for you—why waste time on a guy in his fifties? Honestly, if you wanted, you could find yourself a young, hot boyfriend. There’s plenty out there.”

Ashley looked completely scandalized. “Sandy! How can you say something like that? What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m just telling you the truth. Sitting here crying about Dad isn’t helping anyone. You had all the cards, and now you’re just throwing them away. And honestly, going to Salma or Anastasia for help? That was your first mistake.”

Ashley’s voice shook with anger. “You little brat. You’re lecturing me now? I only went to them to help you—to find a donor for you.”

Sandy let out a short laugh. “Mom, really? You think Anastasia would ever donate her bone marrow to me? You’re just making life harder for yourself. If I were you, I’d get a divorce and actually enjoy the rest of my life. You’ve been stuck on one guy for decades—doesn’t that get old?”

Ashley stared at her, stunned, and reached out to touch her forehead. “Sandy, are you feeling okay? Why are you talking like this? Did something happen with Herman?”

Sandy pulled her hand away. “Herman? He’s nothing. If he wasn’t useful, I wouldn’t have bothered with him. If Sean hadn’t stepped in, Herman would’ve ended up like Dad—stuck in bed after a stroke.”

Ashley went pale. She might not be quick, but even she got the meaning. “You… you’re saying your dad’s stroke was your fault?”

Sandy smirked. “Glad to see you’re finally connecting the dots.”

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