Sandy was pacing back and forth, her mind racing after the phone call she just received. She couldn''t focus on Tavon at the hospital anymore. Her thoughts were consumed by what had happened at the Morton family residence. It was clear now Herman was suspicious. She had been reckless.


    How could she ever outsmart Herman?


    Sean emerged from the hospital room, noticing Sandy''s frantic demeanor. "Sis, what''s going on?" he asked, concern etched on his face.


    "Herman''s gone. He''s at the airport heading to Riverdale," Sandy replied urgently. "I need to stop him before he leaves. Can you keep an eye on things here at the hospital?"


    Sean gently grasped her arm. "Let him go, Sandy. You''ve been on edge, jumping at shadows. Have you had a good night''s sleep in months? Do you truly care for Herman, or is it just his talents you''re after? Or maybe it''s about some rivalry with Anastasia?"


    Sandy paused, Sean''s words sinking in. It was true-she hadn''t slept well in months. She lived in constant fear that Herman would regain his memories and remember everything.


    There was a time when Herman was just a means to an end for her, but now, faced with the prospect of losing him, she understood why she wanted him to stay.


    Sandy pulled away from Sean, determination in her eyes. "I love him, Sean. I really do. I want him to stay as my George, not Herman. Please, help me. Bring him back."


    It was the first time Sandy had ever asked Sean for anything. She was usually so proud, never pleading for what she wanted.


    Sean was taken aback. He had always thought of Sandy as cold-hearted, but now he saw a glimpse of her true emotions, a warmth he hadn''t noticed before. She was human after all.


    After a moment''s hesitation, he nodded. "Alright, I''ll go to Riverdale and bring him back. You should stay here; your presence might only trigger Herman''s suspicions."


    Sandy clutched his arm, her eyes pleading. "Please, bring him back."


    "Got it," Sean replied, leaving the hospital.


    It waste-nearly nine-thirty at night. The night sky over Willowbrook was stunning, and as a ne ascended from Willowbrook Airport, the entire city''s beauty unfolded beneath it.


    The flight to Riverdale would take about two and a half hours, meaning Herman would arrive around midnight.


    Herman sat on the ne, staring out at the nightscape below, feeling a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. He wasn''t sure what awaited him in Riverdale, but something inside him was drawn there.


    With his phone in airne mode, Herman couldn''t receive any messages. He closed his eyes, trying to rest.


    Meanwhile, Sean rushed to catch


    thest flight to Riverdale, hoping to intercept Herman before he could meet Anastasia. Riverdale was full of Herman''s acquaintances; Sean was unsure if he could seed, his confidence wavering.


    In Riverdale, at Elysian Technologies, Anastasia was in her office, reviewing the


    She hadn''t been home sincest night.


    "Ma''am, it''s gettingte. Tony''s


    waiting downstairs to take you home," Henry suggested, a hint of admiration in his voice. Over the


    past few months, he had grown to respect Anastasia deeply.


    When Herman was around, Anastasia could be soft and gentle. In his absence,


    she held her own, running thepany with strength and resolve.


    Henry had first heard of Anastasia through the scandal involving Grannie Anita''s death. Herman had recruited him to investigate the case, but it was only in the past few months that he got to know her.


    He admired her courage, a quality not all men possessed. She had entrusted him,


    a neer, with significant clients from Tristan, a testament to her trust and boldness.


    "Alright," Anastasia agreed, standing up. "How''s Nelson doing?"


    She hadn''t had a chance to visit Nelson, who was eager to return to work. She had insisted he take a few days to recover, keeping him from the office.


    "I checked in at the hospital. He''s got a few stitches but nothing major. He could be discharged anytime," Henry reported. "What should we do about Tristan?" Henry had already investigatedst night''s incident at Neon Dreams, discovering that Tristan had spiked the drinks. His grudge against Anastasia was obvious. After she left with Rowan, reporters had entered the scene. They didn''t get any scandalous photos of Anastasia and Jarod, but they did capture Jarod with a club hostess.


    Anastasia had seen the pictures-Henry had bought them from the reporters.