Chapter 184
Time sliced through Herman like a razor-sharp knife, again and again. No visible wounds, but he felt the pain all over.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, time was dragging by. Waiting, Herman was strung up like a tight violin string. Doctors kept rushing bags of blood into the operating room, trying their damnedest to save Anastasia.
Katelyn was watching this, all nervous and worried. Her hands clapped together, praying, âGod, you who command all things, please watch over my daughter-in-law. Donât let anything happen to her.â
Flynn was freaked out too. âHow the hell did this car accident happen?â
Right now, there was no time to investigate the cause, and Herman couldnât care less. It was a rainy night, and the roads were slick, but he knew Anastasiaâs driving skills. Her reflexes were lightning fast, and it didnât make sense for the crash to be this severe.
The car had tried to slow down by grinding against the mountain, a risky move. Why had she done that? One answer â the brakes had
failed.
A chill ran down Hermanâs spine, and his eyes turned ice-cold. âFlynn, check out the car. Were the brakes tampered with? I want to know if it was an accident or sabotage.â
âDonât worry, Iâll look into it right away.â Flynn knew that waiting around was pointless. He needed to get to the bottom of this.
As Flynn rushed off, Katelyn asked, âAre you saying thereâs something fishy about Anaâs accident?*
A murderous glint flashed in Hermanâs eyes. âWeâll know when we find out.â
Anastasiaâs surgery lasted nearly eight hours. When dawn broke, she was still critical and was moved to the ICU. Herman, dressed in protective gear, entered the ICU. Holding Anastasiaâs hand, looking at her lying there, her life hanging by a thread, he couldnât hold back his tears anymore.
âAnastasia, you canât do this to me, you have to pull through. You promised me weâd be together till the end.â Hermanâs voice was hoarse, heavy with grief. âYou canât leave me alone.â
He kissed the back of her hand, tears streaming down his face. He was a man who could cause a financial crisis, but here he was, crying his eyes out in front of Anastasia. It would probably blow peopleâs minds if they knew.
He talked to her a lot, but she didnât respond. Anastasia was all pale and wired up, the only response to Herman was the incessant beeping of the life-support machines.
The doctors warned that Anastasia was still vulnerable. A blood clot in her brain could threaten her life at any moment.
News of Anastasiaâs accident eventually reached Salma. She immediately rushed to the hospital, only able to see her daughter through a glass window. Seeing Anastasia hooked up to all those machines, Salma was heartbroken.
Katelyn tried to comfort her. âSalma, donât worry too much. Anastasia will come back to us. We got the best doctors, theyâll pull her through.â
Katelyn had been at the hospital all night, looking utterly exhausted.
âMy daughter, how could this happen to her?â Salmaâs vision blurred, and she felt dizzy.
Katelyn quickly steadied her. âSalma, pull yourself together. You have to stay strong.â
Katelyn guided Salma to a nearby chair. To Salma, Anastasia was her world, and anything happening to Anastasia was a threat to her own life