Salma''s worst fears were confirmed. She grabbed Herman by the arm, "Has Ana gone after Grannie Anita?"


    Herman''s brows furrowed, "It''s a possibility."


    "Son, you have to find Ana. God knows what she''s capable of doing in this state," Salma said, her voice trembling with anxiety.


    Knowing the urgency, Herman dialed Dailey''s number. Ana had left without any means ofmunication. Their only lead was Grannie Anita. If they could find her, they''d find Anastasia.


    Meanwhile, Grannie Anita was on a shopping spree at an upscale mall. She was apanied by a chauffeur, who was helping her pick out extravagant gifts for Julie. Grannie Anita had ns of matchmaking Julie with Joseph.


    Despite a barrage of calls from Feiman and Herman, Grannie Anita didn''t bother to answer. She viewed Herman as a messenger of Anastasia''s wrath. Feiman was no better. Julie, on the other hand, was her ideal granddaughter-obedient, respectful, and always a pleasure to be around.


    Grannie Anita picked out a ne worth over a million dors. She handed it to the chauffeur and said, "Ignore any calls today. My whereabouts shouldn''t be known to anyone."


    Thest thing Grannie Anita wanted was interference from the Salstrom family in her matchmaking ns. While Devin was away, Mrs. Brown was at home. Grannie Anita intended to gauge Mrs. Brown''s opinion on the matter. "Yes, ma''am," the chauffeur responded, bncing the shopping bags in his arms.


    "Now, let''s get Julie some skincare products," Grannie Anita dered, dialing Julie''s number. "Julie, darling, have you arrived yet? I''m at the department store. I''ve got a lovely ne for you. See you soon, sweetheart." Grannie Anita was in high spirits. After exiting the luxury boutique, she headed to another store.


    Meanwhile, a pair of eyes were trained on her from a distance.


    Anastasia, d in a ck down jacket and wearing a mask, trailed behind Grannie Anita, waiting for the right opportunity.


    Seeing Grannie Anita''s cheerful disposition, Anastasia''s heart seethed with resentment. Her hand clenched tighter around the knife in her pocket as she pictured her own bloody scene and the loss of her unborn child.


    After buying the skincare products, Grannie Anita instructed the chauffeur to take the purchases to the car and wait for her at the main entrance. She was going to use the restroom.


    As Grannie Anita entered the restroom, Anastasia followed. Noticing a sign that read ''Under Maintenance, Temporarily Closed,'' she ced it in the middle of the entrance, ensuring no one else woulde in.


    Grannie Anita, after relieving herself, was washing her hands when she saw Anastasia''s reflection in the mirror. Startled, she gasped, "What are you doing here? What do you want?"


    Anastasia''s icy stare was as sharp as shards of ss, piercing into Grannie Anita.


    Anastasia moved closer, her eyes filled with intense loathing. Without a word, she pulled out the knife from her pocket and held it against Grannie Anita''s neck. "You killed my baby. Don''t you think you should pay for that? What did I ever do to you, that you''d harm an innocent, unborn child? Let''s see if your blood is as red as mine, or as ck as your heart."


    The sharp de cut through Grannie Anita''s skin, and blood started to ooze out. Grannie Anita screamed in terror, "Help! Anastasia, you witch! Dare toy a hand on me and you''ll pay the price. Murder is a crime. Herman will divorce you when he finds out." Anastasia, looking at the blood trickling down the knife,ughed coldly, "So, your blood is red after all. But why did you have to harm my child? I must''ve been mistaken. Maybe I should check if your heart is ck."