The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 928

Mr. Walker had always trusted his wife, and he just couldn’t see her being involved in Mrs. Salstrom’s kidnapping. When she explained herself, he believed her without hesitation.

He let out a sigh of relief. “I’m just glad it wasn’t you.”

“I only asked Ben to help me out, just to claim Julie’s body. She looked so pitiful—I couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving this world with no one by her side,” Autumn said quietly, her voice thick with sadness. “Honey, I talked to some old classmates. Everyone said Julie was a good kid. I just can’t buy that she’d kill anyone. Anastasia already confessed, didn’t she? Maybe the Salstroms made Julie take the blame to save Anastasia. What do you think?”

“That was a long time ago. I wasn’t even in Riverdale back then, so I don’t really know what happened,” Mr. Walker replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Plus, that kind of criminal case wasn’t under my jurisdiction anyway.”

“But can’t you help clear her name?” Autumn pressed, her words tumbling out. “The Browns went bankrupt because of the Salstroms. I just know they fooled everyone and let Julie take the fall. She was so young. My friend—Julie’s mom—she never got over losing her. She’s been sick, living out in the country ever since.”

You could hear the bitterness in Autumn’s voice every time she mentioned the Salstroms.

They’d ruined her friend’s daughter, and Autumn was determined to make them pay one day.

Mr. Walker patted her hand softly. “I’ll have someone check the files and get to the bottom of it. No good person should be wronged, and no bad person should walk free.”

“Thank you, love.”

Autumn rested her head on his shoulder, her tone turning gentle. “We have to get justice for Julie. That poor girl… Daria lost her mom so young. Every time I see her, my heart just aches.”

“No wonder you care so much about her. She really is a sweet kid—and cute as a button, too,” Mr. Walker sighed. “I’m sorry I never gave you a family. If we’d kept that baby all those years back, they’d be grown now, maybe with a family of their own. We could’ve been grandparents by now.”

He sounded so wistful. Now in his fifties with no children, he sometimes wondered who’d visit his grave in the future.

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