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In the dining room.
Margaret took a shower and changed into clean clothes before she went downstairs.
Julian was speaking on the phone in front of the window. Margaret glanced at him and sat down at the table in a bad mood. She said coldly, "Which sweat heart are you talking with?"
Julian talked in such a gentle voice. Did he think that she was a fool? "I know, Grandma. I will take her there."
Julian glanced at the frozen Margaret. His lips curled up. He continued, "Margaret is right next to me. Do you want to talk to her?"
"No!" Margaret cried in her mind.
She quickly waved her hand, silently refusing Brittany's invitation.
She was so anxious as long as she thought of Brittany's gloomy face.
She would be dull if she had too many conversations with such a person.
"Alright, I'll tell her."
Seeing Julian hang up the phone, Margaret finally breathed a sigh of relief.
