Chapter 120

"What? How is that possible?" Margie didn't believe that she couldn't even find the address.

"Mrs. Lowe, we tried in different ways, but we really couldn't find it."

"Alright! I see." Margie hung up the phone in anger.

There was no light in the room, but she could still see the shapes of things in this room.

Margie stood up from the sofa and walked around restlessly.

Who was the sender?

Was it Marilyn?

Margie thought about it and suddenly went downstairs.

Downstairs, Sandra sat on the sofa in the living room. She was teaming up with her friends to play games on her phone.

Hearing the footsteps downstairs, she looked up and asked casually, "Mom, the maid said that you were not well and didn't even come down to have dinner. Are you feeling better now?"

Margie glared at her. "You knew I was not very well, but you didn't even come and look after me a little. The only thing in your daily life is about games. Why can't