Marsha had asked Metthew to contact Anderson, but Metthew had not given her his cellphone since he thought he should tell Alex first, but he couldn't contact the young man.
As a result, Marsha pursed her lips and looked at Metthew with a sneer.
"Hey, I'm sure, Alex, let me call my dad. What's wrong if I call him? I'm sure my dad is worried about me. I'm afraid he'll do something silly and think I'm kidnapped by dad's enemies."
For a moment, Metthew seemed to think about Marsha's words that made sense to him.
"I'll call Alex back."
Marsha took a deep breath. She couldn't understand why Metthew wasn't bothered by what she said earlier.
Luckily this time, Alex picked up Metthew's phone like never before.
"Hello Metthew, what's wrong? Marsha is fine, isn't she?"
Metthew sighed softly.
"Hum, your girlfriend is fine. It's just that all this time, she forced me to call her father, and I didn't allow her."
