From the top of the stairs, Anastasia caught Marcus’s incredulous stare and shot him a glare. “What are you looking at?”
She knew perfectly well that when her grandmother had come upstairs, he had been lurking by the door, a poorly concealed smirk on his face while he feigned sympathy with dramatic sighs.
Marcus cleared his throat, his expression instantly neutral. “Just concerned about you.”
Anastasia huffed, not bothering to argue. She was more worried about something else now—what had happened with Lauren?
Harrison surely knew, but she hadn't forgotten why she had been punished in the first place and didn't dare ask him directly.
When Harrison wasn't looking, she discreetly pulled out her phone. It had been on silent ever since they got home. When she turned it on, she saw several missed calls and a flood of messages from Benson and Juliet.
Just as she was about to call back, Benson’s name flashed on the screen.
Casting a furtive glance at Harrison, who was now talking to Marcus, she slipped away to a quieter corner.
“Hello, Benson…”
“Was what happened to Lauren your doing?” he cut in before she could finish.
Anastasia didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked one of her own. “What’s her condition? Is she dead?” Her voice was eerily calm, as if she were discussing the weather, not a person’s life.
Benson was silent for a moment. “No, she’s not dead. They just managed to stabilize her. But she’s paralyzed from the neck down. The doctors say she’ll be bedridden for the rest of her life.”
“I see,” Anastasia said, a note of undisguised pleasure in her soft voice. “That’s wonderful news.”
This time, Benson’s silence was longer. When he finally spoke, he didn’t ask any more questions. “Grandma and Grandpa, and my parents, are all at the hospital. Grandpa wants you to come.”


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