The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman)

Tears streamed down Granny Anita's face. She didn't reach for the gun in Herman's hand. Clutching her chest, she said sorrowfully, "I've always had your best interests at heart, Herman. And now you want me dead. What a loving grandson you are." Herman didn't waver, his voice ice-cold. "Enough chatter, Granny. Or I might just lose my patience and pull the trigger."

Granny Anita was shaking with fury, tears glistening in her eyes.

Just then, Flynn arrived, running up to Herman and snatching the gun from his hand. "What the hell are you thinking, Herman? You can't shoot our grandma."

Feiman and Katelyn rushed in at that moment, witnessing the standoff between grandmother and grandson. They hurried over to intervene.

"Herman, that's your grandmother. You can't do this," Feiman pleaded.

Katelyn added, "Son, patricide is a heinous crime. No matter what Granny did, you can't take her life."

Herman sneered, well aware of the bonds of familial love. But the sight of his son's lifeless body filled him with an uncontrollable rage towards Granny Anita. His cold laughter was heartbreaking.

"I understand your pain, son," Katelyn said, her eyes welling up with tears.

Feiman was caught between a rock and a hard place. His mother on one side, his son on the other. But he knew that if Herman killed Granny Anita, he would be ruined.

Feiman could only chastise his mother. "Mother, what were you thinking? How could you do something like this?"

Now that there were more people around, Granny Anita found the courage to defend herself. "Anastasia wasn't carrying a Salstrom child."

Herman's anger flared up at her words.

As he prepared to make his move, Feiman stepped in front of Granny Anita. "Mother, let's go back to your room."

Herman blocked their way, his expression icy. "Granny, unless you give my son an explanation today, don't even think about leaving this chapel."

Granny Anita was taken aback. Feiman and Katelyn were torn, while Flynn was at a loss.

Just then, Herman's phone rang. It was Salma. "Son-in-law, come to the hospital quickly. Ana's condition has worsened. She's bleeding and unconscious..."

Hearing that Anastasia had fainted, Herman rushed back to the hospital, leaving behind a tense atmosphere.

After Herman's departure, Feiman let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at Granny Anita, shaking his head in disbelief. "Mother, are you trying to destroy this family? That's Herman's child, not some bastard. A five-month-old fetus... How could you?"

Katelyn chimed in, "Mother, you've gone mad. That's a life we're talking about. A boy. Herman was about to become a father for the first time. And what did you give him? A cold, lifeless body. The sight of Herman crying while holding his son... I can't even..." Flynn also didn't understand Granny Anita's actions. He backed away from her. "Granny, you've changed. You've become terrifying."

"Flynn." Granny Anita's eyes welled up with tears. She didn't understand why everyone was accusing her.

She asked, her voice trembling, "Is the child really Herman's? Was a DNA test done?"

Feiman retorted, "Do we really need a DNA test? The baby looked just like Herman. If you insist, I can arrange a test right now."

Katelyn had nothing more to say. She had been at odds with Granny Anita for decades. Now, Granny Anita's stubbornness had led to the death of her grandson.

Once the DNA test results came out three hours later, confirming Herman as the father, Granny Anita was filled with regret. She blacked out, collapsing onto the floor.