Chapter 693 Some People Died, but She Was Still Alive

Although Eddie was 99% sure that it was the person who called just now after hearing the voice, he still asked cautiously and politely: "Uh...well, Cathy, it was you who called just now, right? I'm sorry I came to the office late today and didn't receive it. -79 Novels-!"

"Yes, it's okay, I'll call again as I said." The person on the phone said, "You're Eddie Lewis, right? May I call you Eddie?"

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

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

"Oh! On behalf of the foundation, please allow me to express my sincere thanks for your generosity!" Eddie happily turned on the computer, "But please understand that we still have some formalities to go through, if you don't mind, for To ensure your rights, I am going to record the call now."

"Please, I don't mind," said the other.

Eddie pressed the recording and hands-free buttons one after another, and called up the database of donation information from the computer, "Okay, I'll start recording now. Can you say your full name again?"

"I'm Catherine Donna Ryan," said the other.

Every time the other party said a word, Eddie typed the corresponding letter on the keyboard.

"Catherine Donna Ryan?" He couldn't help being stunned when he saw the result on the screen, and repeated the other person's name, "Uh...Ms. Ryan...I mean Cathy, you used to Have you donated money to our foundation?"

"Yes, but I can't remember the process of donating. After all, age is not very good, you know." The other party's tone was a little perfunctory, as if trying to cover up something.

"But..." Eddie swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stared at the screen and said with difficulty: "But, Cathy, your first donation...is in the form of a will...Listen, no matter who you are, this joke Not funny."

He quickly glanced at the donation records of Catherine Donna Ryan. She has donated to the foundation several times in more than ten years, with varying amounts, all of which were earmarked for lung cancer research. The last amount was the largest, which was A lawyer handled it on her behalf as her will.

Is it the same name? It is so rare that the first name, last name, and first name are all the same, and the same foundation has been chosen to request donations. This is unlikely to be a coincidence, so it can only be explained as a prank.

"I know, I know." The other party laughed on the phone, "I understand your feelings, the will is right,

But... well, there was a little accident, and I thought I was dead, and so did the lawyers and doctors, but then I got over it. You see, my body has fully recovered now, and I am traveling in China—do you hear the sound of firecrackers outside? It's the Spring Festival here, it's really lively! "

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

He felt a little thirsty, picked up the paper cup of coffee and drank it down, and put the receiver on the other side of his shoulder.

"Wait a minute, please don't hang up."

He pressed the call hold button on the landline, then retrieved from the computer the call records left by Catherine Donna Ryan when he made a donation, and clicked to play.

The same voice as just now came from the computer speaker, except for the slight distortion caused by the age of the recording and the conversion from analog to digital, judging by his hearing, it was definitely the same person.

So, are lawyers and doctors really 'getting' it wrong?

The doctor issued the death certificate by mistake and the lawyer donated her estate to the foundation based on the wrong death certificate? Sounds...pretty ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Eddie gasped. He really felt sorry for the two doctors and lawyers. How much should he pay her for making such a serious mistake? It is estimated that even the license to practice medicine will be permanently revoked.

It seemed so, and there was no other reasonable explanation.

He turned off the previous recording and reconnected the phone.

"Cathy, are you still there?"

"Here, Eddie, have you checked it out?" The other party smiled, as if he had already expected the answer.

Eddie cleared his throat, "Sorry, Cathy, I misunderstood you just now."

"Of course, who would donate in someone else's name? This is not a relief fund." The other party smiled and accepted his apology. "Okay, let's get down to business now."

What she said made sense. 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 letter. The confirmation letter has our bank account and also supports Paypal payment. Please fill it out and fax it back, is that okay?"

The other party paused for a while, the microphone was covered, as if they were discussing something with someone, and then said a little troublesomely: "Can't you just give me an account? Do you have to make it so troublesome?"

Eddie was taken aback, and explained: "Please forgive me, Cathy, this is a request you made when donating in the past, because you asked for the donation to be used for funding research on lung cancer. If you don't limit the scope of funding, then you don't need to fill in Confirmation letter. So, Cathy, are you going to limit the funding, or not?"

Just like before, the other party paused again, and then said in a rather helpless tone: "Okay, okay, then send the fax to this number."

Eddie sent the confirmation letter.

"Cathy, did you get it?"

After a while.

"Got it, how do you fill in this thing?"

Eddie's doubts increased a little more. He did not handle Cathy's previous donations, but it stands to reason that she should have filled out this form several times, why can't she fill it out?

However, he explained patiently: "For the first item, please fill in your email address and residential address so that we can send you a donation certificate; See the names of various cancers such as pharyngeal cancer, 'lip' cancer, colorectal cancer, gallbladder cancer, liver cancer, bone cancer, etc. If you only plan to fund lung cancer, please choose the tenth option; in the third item, please fill in your donation amount; And the last one, you donate this time to remember someone, or to pay tribute to someone, or just want to donate, please tick the reason."

There were rustling, breathing, and muttering sounds from the phone, and the other party seemed to be complaining softly while filling out, and occasionally a few cats and dogs could be faintly heard.

After a few minutes, the other party put down his pen and said, "Okay, I've filled it out. What are you doing now? Can I send money?"

It was the first time that Eddie met someone who was so eager to donate, and the other party seemed to be eager to donate the money.

He 'licked' his 'lips' and said, "Please sign the confirmation letter with your own hand, and then fax it back."

"What? I still need to sign..."

The other party seemed surprised and unwilling to sign, but Eddie insisted on autographing.

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..."

Eddie: "..." Even though I haven't written for a long time, can I still forget how to write my name?

After a while, the fax machine creaked and received a fax from the other party.

"Eddie, is this okay?" the other party asked.

Eddie pulled the paper, glanced at the "4000.00" written on the donation amount, and replied: "Yes, Cathy, I have received the confirmation letter, and I can donate now."

"Okay." The other party said, "Please check it."

He refreshed his bank account and saw $4,000 in the account.

"Thank you again for your generosity! We assure you that every penny of yours will be used to fund the human battle against cancer as you requested."

In his years of service to the Matthew Davis Foundation, he has said this sentence countless times, and he will continue to say it in the future.

"Okay, Eddie, that's it, I wish you a happy day, goodbye!" The other party said relaxedly.

"Goodbye, Cathy."

The other party hung up the phone.

A beep sound came from the receiver, and Eddie also put down the phone and turned off the recording at the same time.

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

A $4,000 donation came in today, a good start, enough to cheer him up from the bad weather, like basking in the sun on a California beach.

Eddie hummed an old-fashioned song from more than ten years ago, and opened the "drawer" of the desk, trying to put the confirmation letter in it, and send it together for filing before leaving get off work at night.

"Ok?"

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

Katherine Donna Ryan

The name is fine, but the problem is...how can this word be written so ugly? Even the words of primary school students are inferior!

The extremely ugly signature contrasted too much with the impression the other party's voice gave him.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed the last item in the confirmation letter—whether this donation is to remember someone, pay tribute to someone, or just want to donate.

The other party chose the second option, paying tribute to someone. Fill in the blank with K.D.R.

In other words, the other party used this donation to pay tribute to the person named K.D.R.

K.D.R...

Coincidentally, Katherine Donna Ryan's initials are also K.D.R.

Pay homage to yourself?

Or just a coincidence?

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

In any case, the voice just now was definitely Catherine Donna Ryan's voice, there was no mistake, he believed his ears.

So how to explain this?

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

The hazy drizzle was still falling desolately, judging by his familiarity with the weather in San Francisco, the rain would not stop for a while. The familiar cars were still parked in the parking lot, and no new cars drove in. It seemed that there would be no visitors for a while.

He glanced at the fixed phone again, it was lying quietly on the table, and it didn't seem to have any intention of ringing.

"Okay," he said to himself as if he had made up his mind, "let's see, Catherine Donna Ryan, what secrets are you hiding?"

Eddie held the confirmation letter in his hand, turned on the answering machine, locked the 'door' of the office and left.

He turned a corner and came to the 'door' of the office of the colleague who had greeted him in the corridor.

The nameplate on the 'door' reads: Archives.

He knocked on the 'door', then pushed the 'door' and entered.

"Hi! Jason!"

"What's the matter, Eddie? Don't tell me you're going to the bar now, isn't it time to get off work?" Jason behind the desk looked at his watch jokingly.

Eddie smiled and said, "No, Jason, I have something to do—help me find a few confirmation letters that were archived in the past. The donor is Catherine Donna Ryan."

"What's wrong?" Jason asked worriedly.

"Not yet, I just want to... review it."

Eddie didn't want to make it known to everyone before the matter was 'figured out'.

"Okay, let me have a look." Jason quickly checked the number of the portfolio on the computer, took it out of the filing cabinet and 'handed' it to Eddie.

Eddie opened the file bag from some years ago, and 'pulled' out a few confirmation letters from it.

He didn't need to check carefully, he found at a glance that the signatures of these confirmation letters were completely different from the one just now, with neat and neat fonts, obviously not written by the same person. In addition, regarding the reason for the donation, these confirmation letters were all selected "in memory of someone", and the name of the object of remembrance is obviously Catherine Donna Ryan's husband who passed away due to lung cancer.

There is only one exception, which was written by a lawyer named Adams, and a copy of the power of attorney for the execution of the will is attached.

He silently read it several times without saying a word, wrote down the contact information of Adams' lawyer, and then put the confirmation letter back into the file bag and put it back in place.

"Thanks, I'll treat you to drinks tonight—I mean, if the rain stops." He waved to Jason and left the file room.

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Country, Binhai City, Yuan Pet Shop.

Zhang Zian hung up the phone, and said guiltily: "Why do I feel that this person seems to be 'very' careful...he won't find any problems, right?"

"Quack! Probably not, if there is a problem, it must be your shit-like signature!" Richard flapped his wings and shouted, "I said, you idiot, you just hang around me when you have nothing to do? What? Don't practice signing?"

"Your shit may not look as good as dog shit." Fimas happened to be drinking water upstairs, and when he heard Richard's words, he immediately responded, saying that this blame cannot be carried by a dog.

"Even if I practice signatures, I won't practice under other people's names, right?" Zhang Zian expressed his aggrievedness, "Are you blaming me? I thought donations were just to send the money directly, and I didn't know that it would take so much trouble." formalities!"

Richard raised one wing, pointed at the rope hanging from the ceiling and shouted: "Quack! Who do you blame? I suggest you hang the southeast branch yourself!"

Zhang Zian: "..." This bitch's skin is itching again!