Chapter 693: Some People Are Dead, She's Still Alive

Although Eddie was 99% sure that this was the person who had just called, he asked cautiously and politely, "Huh...... Okay, Cathy, you just called, right? Sorry I came to the office late today and didn't get it. ”

"Yes, it's okay, I said I'll call again. The guy on the other end of the phone said, "You're Eddie Lewis, right, can I call you Add?"

"Absolutely. Eddie sat down in a comfortable position in his chair, "Cathy, is there anything I can do for you?"

"That's right, Add, I want to donate a sum of money to your foundation, can you tell me your remittance account number?" the other person asked.

"Oh, on behalf of the Foundation, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude for your generosity!" Eddie happily turned on his computer, "but please understand, we still have some formalities to go through, and if you don't mind, in order to ensure your rights, I will now record the call." ”

"Please, I don't mind. The other party said.

Eddie pressed the record and hands-free buttons one after another, and pulled up the donation database from the computer, "Okay, I'll start recording now." Is it okay to say your full name again?"

"I'm Katherine Donna Ryan. The other party said.

Every time the other person says a word, Eddie types out the corresponding letter on the keyboard.

"Katherine Donna Ryan?" he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the results on the screen, repeating the other party's name, "uh...... Ms. Ryan...... I mean, Cathy, have you ever donated to our foundation before?"

"Yes, but I can't remember the donation process, after all, I don't have a good memory when I'm old, you know. The other party's tone was a little perfunctory, as if he was hiding something.

"But......" Eddie swallowed, staring at the screen and struggling, "But, Cathy, you donated last time...... It was donated in the form of a will...... Listen, no matter who you are, it's not funny. ”

He quickly skimmed through the donation records of Catherine Donna Ryan, who had donated to the foundation several times over a decade or so, in varying amounts, all of which were earmarked for lung cancer research, and the last largest amount, which was handled by a lawyer as her will.

It is all too rare for the first name, last name, and middle name to be the same, and it is unlikely to be a coincidence that the same foundation was chosen to ask for donations, so it can only be explained by a prank.

"I know, I know. The other party laughed on the phone, "I understand your feelings, the will is not wrong, but ...... Well, there was a little accident, and I thought I was going to die, and so did the lawyer and the doctor, but then I survived. You see, I'm fully recovered now, and I'm traveling in China - do you hear the sound of firecrackers outside? It's a Spring Festival here, it's really lively!"

Add: "...... "Of course I know it's the Spring Festival, why do you think I'm late in the morning?"

He felt a little dry in his mouth, so he took a cup of coffee and drank it down, changing the earpiece to one side and holding it between his shoulders.

"Wait, please don't hang up. ”

He pressed the call hold button on his landline, then pulled up the call log from his computer that Katherine Donna Ryan had left when she made a donation, and clicked play.

The exact same voice came from the computer speaker, except for a slight distortion caused by the age of the recording file and the conversion from analog signal to digital signal, judging by his hearing, this is definitely the same person.

So, are lawyers and doctors really mistaken?

The doctor mistakenly issued the death certificate, and the lawyer donated her property to the foundation based on the erroneous death certificate......? Quite ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Eddie gasped, he really felt sorry for these two doctors and lawyers, how much money did he have to pay her for making such a serious mistake?

It seems that this is really the case, and there is no other reasonable explanation.

He turned off his previous recordings and reconnected the phone.

"Cathy, are you still there?"

"Here, Add, have you figured it out?" the other laughed, as if he had already anticipated the answer.

Eddie cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, Cathy, I just misunderstood you. ”

"Of course, who's going to donate in someone else's name? It's not receiving benefits. The other party smiled and gladly accepted his apology, "Okay, now let's get down to business." ”

What she said made sense, and although Eddie still felt a little awkward, he couldn't find any reason or evidence to question it.

"Cathy, do you have a fax machine? I need to fax you a donation confirmation with our bank account on it, and also pay PayPal payments, please fill it out and fax it back, is that okay?"

The other party paused, the microphone was covered, as if discussing something with someone, and then said with a little trouble: "Can't you just give me an account?

Eddie was stunned and explained, "I beg your pardon, Cathy, this is what you asked for in the past, because you asked for the donation to be used for funding lung cancer research. If you are not limited in the scope of your funding, you do not need to fill in the confirmation letter. So, Cathy, are you going to limit the scope of the grant, or not?"

As just now, the other party paused again, and then said in a rather helpless tone: "Okay, okay, then fax it over, and pass it to this number." ”

Eddie sent the confirmation letter over.

"Cathy, got it?"

A moment later.

"Rogered, how do you fill this thing?"

Eddie's doubts are a little more confused, Cathy's previous donations were not handled by him, but it stands to reason that she should have filled out this form a few times, why can't she fill it out?

However, he patiently explained: "The first is to fill in your email address and residential address, so that we can send you a donation voucher; If you only plan to fund lung cancer, please select the tenth option, the third one, please fill in the amount of your donation, and the last one, if you are donating this time to miss someone, or to pay tribute to someone, or just want to donate, please tick the reason. ”

There was a rustling of breathing, and muttering on the phone, as if the other party was filling in and whining, and occasionally a few cat barks and dog barks could be faintly heard.

After a few minutes, the other party put down the pen and said, "Okay, fill it out." What do I do now? Can I send money?"

It's the first time Eddie has met someone who is still so anxious to donate, and the other party seems to be eager to donate the money.

He licked his lips and said, "Please sign the confirmation letter and fax it back." ”

"What? I still have to sign it......"

The other party seemed surprised and reluctant to sign it, but Eddie insisted on signing it himself.

In desperation, the other party said as if explaining something: "I haven't written by hand for a long time, and I almost forgot how to sign......

Add: "Even if you haven't written ...... for a long time, can you still forget how to write your name?"

After a while, the fax machine squeaked, and the documents faxed by the other party were received.

"Add, is that okay?" the other asked.

Eddie pulled through the papers, glanced at the "$4000.00" written on the donation amount, and replied, "Yes, Cathy, I've received a confirmation letter and can donate." ”

"Alright. He said, "Please check it." ”

He refreshed his bank account and saw that $4,000 had been credited.

"Thank you again for your generosity! We assure you that every penny you have ever asked will be used to fund the war against cancer. ”

In his years at the Matthew Davis Foundation, he said it countless times and will continue to say it in the future.

"Okay, Eddie, so be it, have a nice day, goodbye!" said the other man lightly.

"Goodbye, Cathy. ”

The other party hung up the phone.

There was a beep in the earpiece, and Eddie put down the phone.

Although the process was a bit odd, the donation went smoothly this time.

Receiving a $4,000 donation as soon as he got to work today was a wonderful start, enough to make his frustration due to bad weather happy again, like basking in the sun on a California beach.

Eddie hummed an old-fashioned song from more than a decade ago and opened the desk drawer, trying to put the confirmation letter in and send it to file before leaving work in the evening.

"Huh?"

At the bottom of the confirmation letter, he noticed the signature of the other party.

Katherine Donna Ryan

The name is fine, but the question is...... How can this character be written so ugly? It is not even as good as the character of a primary school student!

The contrast between the extremely ugly signature and the other person's voice is too great for him.

Immediately afterward, he noticed the last item on the confirmation letter - whether the donation was made in memory of someone, or to pay tribute to someone, or just to make a donation.

The other party chooses the second option, which is to pay tribute to someone. Fill in the blank is K.

In other words, the other party is using this donation to pay tribute to the person named K.

K.......

As it happens, Katherine Donna Ryan's initials are also K.

Do you pay tribute to yourself?

Or is it just a coincidence?

He took the confirmation letter and reviewed it several times, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt about it.

In any case, the voice just now was really the voice of Katherine Donna Ryan, and there could be no mistake, he trusted his ears.

So how can this be explained?

Add stood up and leaned against the window to look out.

The hazy drizzle was still falling, and judging by his familiarity with the San Francisco weather, the rain would not stop for a while. There were still a few familiar cars parked in the parking lot, and no new cars were driving in, and it seemed that no visitors would arrive for a while.

He glanced at the landline again, and it was lying quietly on the table, and it didn't seem to be ringing.

"Okay. "Let's see, Katherine Donna Ryan, what secrets are you hiding?"

Add clutched the confirmation in his hand, turned on the answering phone, locked the office door and left.

He turned a corner and came to the office door of the colleague he had greeted in the hallway earlier.

The nameplate on the door reads: Archives.

He knocked on the door, and pushed it in.

"Hey, Jason!"

"What's the matter, Add, don't tell me you're going to the bar now, it's not time to get off work yet, is it?" Jason behind the desk jokingly looked at his watch.

Eddie laughed, "No, Jason, I have something - help me find a few confirmation letters from the past, and the donor is Katherine Donna Ryan." ”

"What's wrong?" Jason asked worriedly.

"Not yet, just want to...... Double-check. ”

Before things are figured out, Add doesn't want to be known to everyone.

"Okay, let me see. Jason quickly looked up the number of the file bag on his computer and took it out of the file cabinet and handed it to Eddie.

Add opened his old file bag and pulled out a few confirmations.

There was no need to compare them carefully, and he found at a glance that the signatures of these confirmation letters were completely different from the one just now, and the font was neat and neat, obviously not written by the same person. In addition, the reason for the donation, these confirmation letters are all selected "to remember someone", and the name of the person who is remembered is obviously Katherine Donna Ryan's husband who died of lung cancer.

There was only one exception, which was written by a lawyer named Adams and accompanied by a copy of the power of attorney.

He looked at it silently, silently, and wrote down Adams' lawyer's contact information, then stuffed the confirmation back into his file bag and put it back in its place.

"Thanks, I'm in for a treat to tonight's wine – I mean, if the rain stops. He waved at Jason and left the archives.

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China, Binhai City, Qiyuan Pet Shop.

Zhang Zi'an hung up the phone and said weakly: "How do I feel that this person seems to be very careful...... He's not going to find out what's wrong, is he?"

"Quack, probably not, if there's a problem, it's your shit-like signature!" Richard flapped his wings and shouted, "I say, you idiot is so idle that you just hang Uncle Ben to play?"

"Your shit doesn't look much better than dog shit. Pemmas happened to go upstairs to drink water, and when he heard Richard's words, he immediately replied, saying that the pot could not be carried by dogs.

"Even if I practice signing, I won't practice according to other people's names, right?" Zhang Zi'an said very aggrieved, "Besides, blame me? I thought that the donation was just to send the money directly, but I didn't know that there would be so many troublesome procedures!"

Richard raised one of his wings, pointed to the rope hanging from the ceiling and shouted, "Quack! I don't blame you? Uncle Ben suggests that you go and hang the southeast branch yourself!"

Zhang Zi'an: "......" The skin of this cheap bird is itching again!

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