Myra wiped away her tears and stood up immediately. "Let's find Licia now!"
Dexter was perplexed. It was the middle of the night. Where were they supposed to find Felicia? Besides, going over like this wasn't appropriate.
But Myra had always been impulsive and emotionally driven. Once she decided something, there was no stopping her. She grabbed Dexter and rushed out the door.
The couple arrived at the apartment Felicia had rented before and rang the doorbell repeatedly. Finally, they heard the sound of slippers shuffling inside. The door opened, but an old man showed up.
The couple was stunned.
Myra even checked the address. It was the right place. She had come here with Kayla to visit Felicia when they still had money. She remembered the door number.
"It's the middle of the night. Who are you looking for?" The old man, who was the landlord, was cranky from being woken up. He looked angry and impatient.
Myra peeked inside. "I'm looking for my daughter, Felicia. Where is she?"
"Oh, that young lady? She moved out a long time ago." The old man yawned.
Myra and Dexter exchanged a look. "Where did she move to?"
"How would I know? Aren't you her parents? How could you not know where your own daughter moved to?" The old man rolled his eyes but then suddenly sobered up. His gaze sharpened with suspicion.
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