Chapter - 3016

Even though Daniel knew the answer, he asked, "Why? Will it be acceptable if I offer you my trash at a lower price?"

Brent stated, "You have the nerve to ask me why? Hah, I've heard it from others. You are the parents-in-law of the former Great Marshal. The former Great Marshal has betrayed Eurasia by defecting to our enemy's country. He is a traitor to Eurasia!"

He continued, "The fact that Eurasia still allow you guys to stay here is already a great act of magnanimity. The country may be forgiving to you, but I, Brent Larson, will not give people like you a chance to survive. All traitors must die!"

The usually honest and kind-hearted Daniel suddenly burst into a tirade, "You're talking nonsense. This is slandering! Zeke will never betray Eurasia! You're spreading false rumors!"

Brent retorted, "Get out! Get out! If you dare to defend that traitor again, I'll curse you too!"

Daniel wanted to continue arguing with Brent, but Hannah held him back. "Daniel, we don't have the time to argue with him now. After all, Missy's condition is..."

Only then did Daniel regain his senses. He glared at Brent before turning around to leave. "Hmph! I refuse to believe that I'm all out of choices."

Next, they visited several buy-back centers. But all of them refused to purchase Daniel's scrap.

Daniel became increasingly desperate as he watched Missy's face turn redder and redder from the fever.

"Zamora is really pushing us to our limits." Daniel voiced.

Hannah sighed. "Dan, you should take Missy to the hospital first. I'll think of a way to settle the medical expenses."

Daniel replied, "What can you possibly think of? We've sold everything we could find in the house."

"I owned a jade bangle passed down. from my ancestors. It should be worth a good amount of money. I'll go and sell the bracelet now," Hannah offered a solution.

Daniel was puzzled. "An heirloom jade bangle? How come you've never mentioned it to me before?"

"Of course not. How can I talk about the jade bangle that has been passed down from generations to generations so casually? That's settled. I'll meet you and Missy at the hospital."

Daniel nodded. "Okay. Please return swiftly. Don't worry, Hannah. I will definitely do everything I can to retrieve the jade bangle for you after we overcome these difficult circumstances."

Hannah nodded and hummed an agreement.

Then, they parted ways.

Daniel carried Missy toward the hospital. While on their way, Daniel pondered the situation as he slowly realized something was amiss. He had been married to Hannah for many years, and they knew each other well, so it wasn't possible that Hannah had an heirloom jade bangle that he didn't know about.

This is absurd!

Suddenly, Daniel recalled that Hannah had gone to sell her blood a few days ago.

His footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he turned around.

Did Hannah go and sell her blood? It's highly possible. No. This won't do. I would rather it's me that sells my blood instead of hers. She had just sold her blood a few days ago. There's no way she can withstand doing this again so soon.

Daniel dashed straight toward Hannah's direction.

Meanwhile, Hannah walked into a small shop located in a shanty town.

The small shop was in disarray, with deplorable sanitary conditions. As a result, business was not doing well, with hardly anyone patronizing it.

The owner of the small shop was a chubby lady.

She was so engrossed in her TV show that she didn't notice Hannah walking in.

Hannah greeted cautiously, "Hello...”

The female owner, Fiona Davidson, casually said, "Hmm, just help yourself to whatever you want to buy."

"I'm not here to buy things. I'm here to sell them," Hannah stated.

Oh?

Fiona lifted her head to look at Hannah, a hint of an eerie and cold. smile finally gracing her face. "Follow me!" The plump matron rose to her feet, leading Hannah into the back. room.

The back room was a clandestine blood-selling operation, and the small shop was merely a cover-up. The code spoken when one wanted to deal business with Fiona was "selling goods."

The room inside was equally chaotic, with medical equipment for drawing blood haphazardly strewn about. A middle-aged woman with a sharp, biting face, clad in a greasy white lab coat, was busily munching on sunflower seeds.