Monroe whispered to him in a low voice: "Second brother, stop right there!"
Harold was displeased: "Big brother, you wouldn't want to leave all that money lying around, would you?"
"Shut up." Monroe looked at his second brother with a hint of frustration.
Did he really think that money fell from the sky?
That woman was clearly up to no good, she was just trying to use them to find trouble for someone else.
Just like that, he was going to rush in blindly?
"Then we're not taking the money?"
Monroe glanced at him: "We are. Why wouldn't we? Mom can't just die like this, we have to get her justice."
At this moment, everyone had forgotten the fact they had mentioned earlier, that the old lady had died on the ambulance.
They discussed it for a while and decided that Monroe and Sally should go upstairs to check the situation first.
Renata's ward was not difficult to find.
Following Martina's instructions, they easily found it.
Outside the ward, Daniela got up and looked at Renata inside.
Emilia comforted her: "Daniela, Lucas has already contacted brain surgery experts abroad, this type of surgery is very advanced abroad. Auntie will be alright."
Hopefully.
This was Daniela's last hope.
Seeing that she had no reaction, Emilia continued: "Lucas said the ward next door is empty for us. Let's go and rest for a while."
Daniela shook her head: "I can't sleep."
Emilia continued to persuade: "Even if you can't sleep, you have to think about the baby in your belly. Go to sleep for a while, then you will have the energy to take care of Auntie tomorrow."
Daniela finally moved.
The two of them went into the ward next door.
From their conversation, Sally easily identified who Martina was talking about as Daniela, and she also immediately remembered that she was the ancient painting restorer who had made a big splash online a few days ago.
She couldn't help it, Daniela's face was just too beautiful, it was hard to forget.
Sally thought of this and quickly pulled Monroe away, mentioning Daniela's identity.
"When I watched the live stream, the comments said that the painting was worth at least three hundred million."
Even Monroe, who was usually quite steady, couldn't help but tremble at this.
Hundreds of millions!
How much money was that!
Their family could make a fuss over a demolition compensation of over 10 million, let alone hundreds of millions.
If they couldn't find the money the old lady had hidden, it wouldn't be bad to get a hefty compensation from Daniela.
Monroe immediately made up his mind: "Tomorrow, we'll go to her and demand compensation."
Daniela's status was so high, she would definitely not want to make a big deal out of this, and the chances of getting money were very high.
He also carefully instructed his family: "You all remember, the old lady died in a car accident and was unable to be saved."
Sally whispered: "What if someone reveals that Mom had already passed away?"
Monroe's gaze turned cold: "If you don't mention it, who will say it."
Moreover, Martina had said something right.
Since there was no death certificate, it meant there was still hope.
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The next day, Daniela stayed by Renata's side while waiting for Lucas to help her contact doctors abroad.
During this time, Renata's condition suddenly changed and the doctors issued a critical notice. Fortunately, she was pulled back from the brink of death once again.
Until the evening, Lucas finally arrived.
Daniela was almost completely exhausted by this point.
Lucas said: "I found out, there's a Professor Lawrence. If anyone in the world can do this surgery, it's him."
"However, he's currently in his lab, and we can't get in touch with him for now."
Upon hearing this, Daniela's face, which had just been filled with joy, lost its light again, but she still forced herself to stay positive.
"It's alright, I'll wait a little longer."
Wait a little longer.
Wait a little longer.
Lucas saw her like this and suddenly felt very frustrated that he was too young and couldn't solve Daniela's problem.
"Professor Lawrence? Maybe I have a way to contact him."
A voice came from the doorway.