Chapter 749: No Interview

Old Charlie seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His hunched back completely collapsed and he slumped down on the creaking chair.

Wen Liang looked at the old man who was instantly destroyed, and his heart was filled with great grief and anger.

She and Lu Yao were silent for a few minutes. Seeing that the old man was in a better mood, Wen Liang asked, "Mr. Charlie, can you recall what the person who took Jamie away said? Did they leave any documents? Even if it's just a piece of paper, a name, or a vague name of an organization? Any details could be the key clue to finding Jamie!"

The old man was silent for a long time, then slowly stood up and walked to the clothes rack. His skinny fingers trembled as he fumbled in the pocket of his old jacket for a long time, and finally took out a neatly folded piece of paper with the same worn edges.

He spread the piece of paper on the table with trembling hands. The paper was yellow and brittle, with printed words on it. The handwriting was a little blurry, but the first few words were extremely eye-catching: Delaware Special Needs Children Care Center Acceptance Notice.

Below were some formatted terms, essentially confirming Jamie's admission to the center for "professional care and education," signed with only a blurry stamp and a printed signature.

"This is it..." Old Charlie's voice was filled with bitterness and helplessness. "They gave me this, saying it was a voucher and that they would regularly send me Jamie's 'growth report'. But they never did... I went to the address they mentioned, but it didn't exist... That phone number was also unavailable..."

Lu Yao took out his phone and quickly searched it. He said helplessly, "This organization does not exist. The name and seal are both forged."

Wen Liang felt even colder as he looked at this poor-quality "notice".

This is simply a carefully designed piece of waste paper. It uses the name of an official welfare agency to deceive the elderly and perfectly cover up the crime of illegally transferring and controlling Jamie!

Wen Liang left some large bills and contact information to the old man, and left with Lu Yao.

Walking out of the narrow apartment building filled with the smell of stale medicine and despair, Wen Liang squinted his eyes because of the bright afternoon sun.

She took a deep breath, but the faint smell of urban exhaust in the air could not dispel the heavy feeling of suffocation.

KL Group does everything perfectly.

The victim’s family’s rights protection efforts were in vain, and their grandson was instead taken away by unknown persons.

Seeing the old man so old and helpless, Wen Liang felt very sad.

Lu Yao said, "Compared to Jamie who is missing, it is a blessing in disguise that Mason can be found."

Wen Liang nodded slightly.

But she was still very curious, why was Mason not in the laboratory but adopted?

Huo Dongcheng checked and found that there was no strange force behind Mason's adoptive parents.

"Go to the Rare Blood Type Mutual Aid Association here." Wen Liang got into the car and said in a low but firm voice, "Look for that 'Mark Thompson'."

"Um."

The locations of these organizations are clearly listed on the official website. After Lu Yao found them, he drove forward.

The destination is the glamorous financial district on the other side of the city, where the office of the KL Rare Blood Type Mutual Aid Association is located in one of the modern buildings.

The bright lobby and the mirror-like marble floor formed a shocking contrast with Charlie's dim and greasy residence.

Take the high-speed elevator to the designated floor. Behind the huge glass door is a spacious and bright reception area. The logo of "KL Rare Blood Type Mutual Aid and Care Association Wilmington Branch" glows in a low-key and expensive matte finish on the dark background wall.

Soft music flows, potted plants are lush and green, and everything exudes an atmosphere of professionalism, standardization and care.

A young woman in a well-tailored beige suit and impeccable makeup came up to us with a formulaic smile. "Welcome, how can I help you?"

Wen Liang stepped forward and said, "I'd like to ask if you have ever heard of the name Emma. Eight years ago..."

The receptionist's delicate brows furrowed ever so slightly, and her tone was polite yet distant, hinting at a non-negotiable dismissal. She interrupted Wen Liang and said, "I'm sorry, but the association primarily serves members and provides health consultations. We don't offer interviews."

"Interview? You misunderstood," Wen Liang explained hastily, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands clasped nervously in front of her belly, she perfectly portrayed the image of a worried mother. "My child was just diagnosed with a very rare blood type and needs special care. I heard from a friend that your association could help. Before joining, I just wanted to learn more about the situation, especially... because I heard that the association had some bad press in the past."

The receptionist's expression changed slightly, and then she smiled a wider, trying-to-appear-sincere smile. Her voice returned to its previous gentleness, even a little sweeter. "I see! I understand. As the parent of a child with a special blood type, we completely understand your caution and concerns."

She leaned over and gestured "please," "Please move to the rest area over here. I'll give you a brief introduction to the association's mission and current scope of services."

The attitude changed 180 degrees, as if the cold-blooded expellee had never appeared.

The moment the receptionist turned around to lead the way, Wen Liang and Lu Yao exchanged a solemn look.

They were led to the sofa area.

Wen Liang sat down, rubbing her hands nervously, and continued to play the role of a mother seeking help: "Um... I'm really sorry to bring up this unpleasant topic. I just heard about this news from a friend. When he learned that I wanted my child to join the association, he tried his best to stop me, always thinking it was the association... Actually, we don't believe in those things, but it's always right to want to understand..."

The receptionist's expression immediately revealed a sudden realization mixed with a hint of compassion and helplessness. "The association was indeed aware of Ms. Emma's situation at the time and expressed deep sympathy for her. However, Ms. Emma's liver cancer was already in the late stages when she was diagnosed, as can be verified by her complete medical records."

"I heard that eight years ago, it was a member of the association named Mark Thompson who introduced Emma to the free health checkup?"

"Mark Thompson? There's no record of him registered in our association's internal system, and his name never appears on any volunteer list. Perhaps he's a figment of Mr. Charlie's imagination in his extreme pain, or perhaps... he misremembered the name?" The receptionist sighed. "The old man lost his only daughter, and his grief has led him to develop some incomprehensible paranoid delusions."

She continued in a smooth and confident tone, "As for the lab staff member he mentioned in the interview wearing a fake name badge? That's even more ridiculous. Every lab under KL strictly adheres to operating procedures, and the identities of all personnel are open and transparent. That so-called name is completely fictitious, and it's impossible to find the corresponding person in the lab."