Samsul only nodded at her as he listened to Gerald. It seemed true that she was suppressing her emotions about her mother's death, and she was putting thing on front of her as an effort to escape it all. With the door now open, Samsul stepped through it and smiled calmly at Anastasia before walking to her side and seeing how she was doing. It wasn't healthy to hold back emotions, and it never turned out well when they were. It was a good idea of Gerald to hold back the rest of the trading lesson until the next day. "How are you doing so far, Anastasia?" Samsul asked her calmly as he looked over her paper and handwriting.