The police had called them again to collect condolence money.
How wonderful!
As the two of them approached the door, a knocking sound echoed through the air.
Sabrina Sabir was ecstatic.
It must be someone else coming to give them money!
These netizens are so stupid!
Whatever they say, those people believe!
Sabrina looked at Edward Armstrong and continued, "Someone must be here to give us money, pay attention to your expression."
"Okay."
These days, Edward Armstrong had become quite adept at handling these situations.
But in an instant, his face was filled with sorrow, and tears suddenly burst forth.
Sabrina also composed herself and opened the front door.
A group of people was standing outside.
Sabrina paused.
She hadn't expected so many people; this would surely mean a lot of money.
"You are Edward Armstrong and Sabrina Sabir, right?"
Sabrina nodded and, crying, said, "Yes, we are. Christina is our daughter."
