By the time the doctors and nurses heard and rushed over, the old man had already passed away.
Lucas stood by the bed, his figure contrasted with a sense of firmness and desolation.
The door of the ward was pushed open.
When Laura and his daughter hurriedly entered, grandpa's body was already covered in a layer of white gauze by the medical staff.
Time of death: 12:30:48.
Laura Harper's crying echoed in the hospital ward for a long time, and no one could persuade her to leave.
Lucas originally intended to bring his grandfather's ashes to Miami, but was stopped by Beauty.
She did nothing but stubbornly raise her chin, her pair of inflamed eyes blinked, then she coldly spoke, "My grandfather had said before, he wished for his ashes to be spread over the moat in Chicago City.
He guarded the people in life, and wished to continue protecting the people of Chicago City in death."
"Did grandfather say this himself?"
