Chapter 963
Susan’s face went white. She opened her mouth to speak, then looked at Carter, only to find his gaze had turned to ice. The last trace of warmth he might have held for her was gone.
“Carter wants to stay here, so let him stay.” Even Marina couldn’t stand it anymore, frowning at Susan. “Who told you the Lancaster family has any objection p>
Just then, her assistant pulled the car around. She glanced at the time. “I need to get back to the set. Ana, you and Carter should head inside p>
Anastasia nodded. She watched Marina’s car drive away, then turned to Carter, completely ignoring the still-present Susan. “Come on, let’s go inside p>
Carter followed her obediently.
Susan cried out, biting her lip, “Carter p>
Carter paused at the doorway but didn’t turn around. “You should go home,” he said,
his voice flat. “Didn’t the doctor tell you to get plenty of rest p>
Hearing this, Anastasia glanced back. Susan’s stomach showed no sign of pregnancy, though that could be because it was still early and she was wearing loose clothing. But then Anastasia’s eyes fell to her feet, and she did a double-take. Normally, pregnant women opt for flat, safe shoes. Susan’s pregnancy was supposedly a difficult one, yet she was wearing shoes with a distinct wedge heel. She didn’t linger on the thought, simply turning and leading Carter into the house.
Susan remained rooted to the spot, her jaw tight and a dark, determined look in her eyes.
No, she had to think of a plan p>
Catching Susan’s expression out of the corner of her eye, Anastasia narrowed her gaze.
She had a strong feeling Susan was about to cause more trouble.
Her premonition proved correct. The very next day, news came that Susan had gone to Marina’s film set to cause a scene.
The film set was in Frostford, a suburb not far from the city.
As soon as Anastasia heard, she demanded, “What did she do there p>
of a critical
“She’s blocking the entrance to the set, demanding to see Ms. Lawson!” It was Marina’s assistant on the phone, her voice frantic. “Ms. Lawson is in the middle of a scene, she doesn’t have time for uninvited guests! But no matter what we say, she won’t leave. She’s just standing there, acting like we’ve done some terrible injustice to her! I
don’t know what she wants p>
Anastasia’s expression darkened. “I’m on my way p>
Susan was Carter’s mother; by extension, this was her problem to deal with.
She had intended to slip out without Carter knowing, but as she hung up and turned around, she nearly collided with him.
He was standing right behind her, his face impassive. He had clearly heard everything.
She sighed. “I’m heading to the film set. Do you want to come with me p>
Carter gave a single, firm nod. “Let’s go p>
They arrived at the location as quickly as they could. The scene was just as the assistant had described. Susan, dressed in very conspicuous maternity clothes, stood at the entrance to the set looking frail and pitiful Two staff members were trying to block her path, urging her to leave, but she refused to budge, pleading, “Please, just let me see Ms. Lawson for one moment, I’m begging you p>
A crowd of onlookers had already gathered, among them several entertainment reporters armed with cameras. Frostford was a notorious hotspot for paparazzi and Marina was a big name in the industry. Susan’s public display was exactly the kind of drama that made them see headlines. Their cameras
flashed relentlessly.
But Susan seemed completely oblivious to them—or rather, this was precisely the
reaction she had been hoping for.