With Susan in the picture, it was unlikely they would have any more contact with Carter.
Carter probably knew this as well, which was why he still hadn't called Anastasia.
While the others chatted, Anastasia was lost in thought, not saying a word.
Harrison gently squeezed her hand. "What are you thinking about?"
Anastasia snapped out of her daze, glanced at the others, and leaned in to whisper in Harrison's ear, "I just feel like Susan's behavior is a bit strange."
Her breath tickled his ear, and he tilted his head slightly. "How so?"
"Her actions were so extreme. If Carter were a son she doted on and cared deeply for, I might not think much of it. But think about it—before, she only pretended to care about Carter, right? The one she really cared about was Lennon. She was even willing to disregard Carter's life to snatch away his chance for treatment. So, for a son who meant so little to her, would she really be so provoked just because he got a little closer to Mom? It doesn't add up!"
Harrison continued to gently knead her hand. "Mm, you're right, it doesn't quite add up."
"So there has to be another reason! And I'm going to find out what it is!"
"What are you two whispering about over there?" Lady suddenly looked over, asking teasingly.
Anastasia, who had been practically draped over Harrison, quickly sat up straight, a bashful smile on her face.
"Grandma, you just called it a secret. Of course I can't tell you!"
After dinner, Anastasia couldn't suppress her worry any longer. She quietly went upstairs and gave Carter a call.
It took a long time for him to answer.
"Carter? How are you?"
"...I'm fine."

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