Herman''s touch was gentle, and as the warm water touched her skin, Anastasia''s eyes started to fill with tears. Turning her face away, Anastasia couldn''t bring herself to look at Herman.
After washing her hands and wiping her forehead, Herman took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck. His voice was low and calming. "Don''t worry, love. I''m here. We''ll get the hospital to say you were mentally unstable, and we''ll have the family sign a letter of understanding. Everything will be alright."
Hearing this, Anastasia stared at him in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? I killed your grandmother. I''m a murderer. Are you seriously defending a murderer? You don''t me me? You don''t hate me?" Anastasia couldn''t wrap her head around Herman''s actions. Even now, why was he still on her side?
At this moment, Anastasia felt like she couldn''t figure Herman out at all. His deep, mysterious eyes hid something, but what?
Herman wrung out the bloody towel in the washbasin and scrubbed it clean. "Don''t worry about your mom and Pattie. I''ll take care of them. Just hang in there for a few days; this will all blow over."
"Herman, are you even listening to me?" Anastasia said urgently. "I killed your grandmother."
"I know." Herman''s grip tightened on the towel, his eyes locked onto hers. "My grandmother and my son are dead. Do you think anyone sees my pain? Do you think I don''t want justice for my son? More than anything, I do. But she was my grandmother, the woman who raised me. Now, my wife is in trouble. Anastasia, tell me what to do."
As he spoke, Herman''s eyes reddened. His jaw tensed up, and his face twitched with emotion. A bitter, mocking smile flickered on his lips. When had his life turned into such a drama?
Who could he me?
Who could he resent?
Who could he hate?
Anastasia saw the agony in Herman''s eyes, and her heart ached too.
sping her head in her hands, Anastasia broke down, sobbing.
Herman stood there, watching her, his own tears falling. He threw his head back, forcing the tears back, and as he left, he only said, "Don''t worry about anything else. Leave it to me." When Herman stepped out of the interrogation room, Feiman and Katelyn were waiting in the police station''s lobby. As soon as they saw Herman, they rushed up to him. Feiman asked, "What did Anastasia say? The police told me she admitted to killing your grandmother?"
Katelyn added anxiously, "Was it really Anastasia? How could she be so reckless?"
Murder was a serious crime, and it demanded justice.
Herman didn''t say a word, but the answer was clear.
The one who had died was Grandma Anita, Feiman''s own mother. Grief and rage filled him. "Anastasia must pay for your grandmother''s death. It''s murder. We have to press charges." Herman''s expression was cold. "I''d like to see anyone try to touch her."
His icy warning shocked Feiman. "Herman, the one who died was your grandmother. Anastasiamitted murder. No matter what her reasons, it doesn''t change the fact that she''s a criminal. You''re just as stubborn as your grandmother said, unrepentant. You''re beyond saving." This time, Katelyn couldn''t defend Anastasia either. Her feelings wereplicated. As a mother, she could understand Anastasia, but understanding wasn''t an excuse for murder.
Katelyn said, "Herman, the Salstrom family can''t ept a wife like this. Look at what''s happened since Anastasia joined our family. It''s been nothing but chaos, and now she''smitted murder. What won''t she dare to do?"
"I''ll say it again, no one touches her. I''ll give the Salstrom family, my deceased grandmother, and my dead son an exnation."
With those words, Herman walked out of the police station.
Soon after, Anastasia''s murder case exploded all over the inte, causing a huge uproar. Julie, of course, was the one fanning the mes behind the scenes.
This was too good an opportunity for her to pass up. She wanted the whole city, the whole world, to know that Anastasia was a murderer.