“Daniela! Daniela!”

Martina’s urgent voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Martina and Diego walked in one after another, following the voice.

Fernanda put away the stern look on her face and returned to her usual gentle demeanor.

Antonia took a sip of water, suppressing the nervousness of being reprimanded by Fernanda, and glanced at the two who had just entered, her eyes full of mockery.

For the past three years, every time these people from the Flores Family showed up, it was to mooch off them.

Daniela lowered her eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing through her heart.

Martina couldn't see her emotions and ran directly to her: "You child, how could you donate the painting without saying anything?"

She looked heartbroken, as if the painting Daniela donated was her money.

Daniela felt a bit disgusted by her closeness and moved closer to Fernanda, frowning.

She was too lazy to even look at Martina.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Martina choked, her expression looking dejected: "You child, how can you be so inconsiderate?"

"For such a big matter, you should at least consult your family."

"You don't know, your father is currently in dire need of money. If you sell the painting, you could get several hundred million dollars in cash, which could solve your father's problems, wouldn't it?"

What she said was no different from what Antonia said, except it was more direct.

Fernanda glanced at Antonia, as if saying: "Look, your brain is just like hers."

Antonia's face froze slightly, she gritted her teeth and glared at Martina angrily.

Daniela couldn't be bothered to argue: "I've already donated it. It's gone. You can leave."

Diego's face sank: "Daniela, is this how you talk to your elders? Is this how you act in the Romero Family?"

Antonia scoffed, wanting to agree, but Fernanda gave her a warning look, so she shut up.

Fernanda said: "Daniela has been busy for three days, she hasn't had a proper meal, she has lost weight. Let her drink some hot soup first."

"You guys sit down too."

"This old lady is getting old, I have a light taste, don't dislike it."

Diego quickly said: "Then we'll be the guests of honour."

"You're just spoiling her too much. Look, her temper has been spoiled by you."

He actually sat down.

Martina, seeing this, sat down reluctantly.

They were not here for dinner.

Now that Daniela had donated the painting, they were not thinking about what to do next, why were they still here eating?

Fernanda asked them to stay, Daniela didn't have much to say, she just kept her head down and ate, pretending that the two didn't exist.

She was really hungry.

She now had two mouths to feed, she couldn't afford to skip a meal.

But, after just two sips of soup, Martina, who was still upset, couldn't hold back.

"Daniela, is this how you serve your elders at home?"

"The elders haven't touched their chopsticks yet, how come you're already eating?"

Everyone at the table looked at Martina, but no one spoke up to stop her.

Martina became even more proud: "It's not like before, you need to serve your elders meals, but no matter what, the elders should pick up their chopsticks first."

"Sofia does this very well. You, you should learn from her."

If not for Fernanda being present, Daniela would have splashed the soup on her face.

Fernanda was still calm, she gently patted Daniela under the table, then said: "We're family, no need for all that. You eat too."

Martina wanted to say something else, but Diego "cough"ed, this time she reluctantly closed her mouth.

Nora walked in again: "Old lady, there are a group of people outside who say they want to see the madam."