The Bond Between Us novel Chapter 839

Herman was finally home, which meant Anastasia could finally slack off a bit—no more dragging herself to the office every single day.

Emmie and Nancy were like clockwork: when Emmie woke up, Nancy was right behind her.

Salma carried Nancy downstairs to make formula. Right on cue, Herman came down too, Emmie perched on his hip. Salma mixed two bottles and grinned. “Emmie’s appetite is something else now—she can easily finish seven ounces.”

Herman took a bottle, and Emmie grabbed it right away, shoving it into her mouth and gulping it down like she hadn’t eaten in days.

“Just look at Emmie’s chubby cheeks—you can tell she eats well,” Herman laughed, watching his daughter slurp away, then glanced at Nancy, who sipped daintily. “Nancy’s always the little lady when she eats.”

Nancy wasn’t as sturdy as Emmie. She got sick more often, cried the most, and needed the most attention.

Sometimes Anastasia wondered how she’d ended up with a little boy as delicate as Nancy.

Salma, still holding Nancy, suddenly remembered something. “By the way, Herman, Ana’s dad called a couple days ago. He wants to come visit the kids.”

With everything that happened with Sandy, and Herman’s memory loss, Salma worried he might resent Tavon for Sandy’s sake. Better to check first.

Herman just nodded. “He’s welcome whenever he wants.”

Salma smiled in relief. “Great, I’ll let him know.”

After feeding the kids, Salma went off to call Tavon and pass along the news.

***

Willowbrook.

Tavon could barely contain his excitement about seeing his grandkids in Riverdale. The minute Salma called, he started packing.

Ashley walked past his room and caught him shoving clothes into a duffel. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He walked out. Ashley slumped on the living room threshold, fuming. The housekeepers kept their heads down, afraid she’d snap at them.

A while later, Sean came home to find his mother sitting on the floor, looking lost. He rushed over. “Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you sitting here?”

Ashley looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “Your dad left again. Maybe you should just give the company back to him—maybe then he’d stop running off to see that woman.”

She’d been sitting here, thinking about everything, wondering if she’d pushed Tavon away. She and the kids had taken over the company, sidelined Tavon, and now he didn’t even want to be home.

“Come on, Mom, let’s talk inside,” Sean said gently. He was worn out too. His health wasn’t great, so he’d been staying away from home to avoid the constant tension. Today he felt a bit better and came by, only to find chaos all over again.

Ashley started to sob. “You’re never home, your sister’s always busy, and your dad’s about to leave for good. What am I supposed to do? Maybe if I give him the company back, he’ll finally settle down.”

Just then, a cold voice cut through the hallway: “Men—unless they’re dead and nailed to the wall—will never really behave themselves.”