Lilah watched, unsure of what to do.

It was their first meeting, and she couldn't just rush up and stop the farce.

That would offend the old lady, making it nearly impossible to persuade her later.

Lilah bowed her head, thinking, and then whispered something in Gerard's ear. He nodded and slipped out of the crowd.

"Hey, someone's throwing money over there!" someone shouted, and immediately, the crowd quieted down, eagerly looking around, afraid to miss a scene more eye-catching than the old lady's street funeral.

"Over there, look, there's really money!"

"Let's go, make way for me!"

"Let me through!"

In just a minute or two, the crowd that Lila had painstakingly gathered dispersed, leaving Lilah alone with the paper money fluttering in the wind.

Lilah crossed her arms and quietly observed the person in front of her.

As the crowd dispersed, Lila's expression shifted instantly, a mix of anger and anxiety, as if worried she'd be left unnoticed.

The bloggers who had been live-streaming were nowhere to be seen, and Lilah thought she heard them muttering that Lila's payment was nothing compared to winning the lottery.

At this moment, Lila realized it was Lilah who had orchestrated the chaos.

Her gaze turned cold, eyes filled with a chilling glint as she asked, "Who are you?" Her voice was raspy and ominous, inducing fear.

Lilah smiled, "Aunt Lila, I'm Lilah, pleased to meet you."

She approached slowly, hoping to ease the tension, but before she could get close, Lila shouted, "Stop!"

Her vigilance was intense.

Lilah felt a bit helpless, extending her hands in an attempt to calm Lila down.

"Get away, get away from me!" Lila jumped off the coffin and ran, surprisingly fast despite her frail appearance, though she limped.

Lilah hurriedly chased after her, just as the city officials arrived, announcing through loudspeakers that Lilah and Lila should remove the coffin.

Lila was shocked and quickly returned, holding onto the coffin for dear life, refusing to let go, declaring that anyone wanting to move it would have to step over her first.

This was quite the spectacle.

By now, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, pointing and murmuring.

Lilah sighed, “Aunt Lila, don't waste your energy. Even if you make a scene here, it won't reach our matriarch's ears. You'll only become a lLaughingstock, ridiculed by more people. Is it worth it?"