coobybook Chapter 748 Emma's Father
Chapter 748 Emma's Father
Wen Liang's heart was heavy. She asked one bodyguard to stay in the car and another to stay downstairs on guard, and took Lu Yao up the old stairs.
The corridor was dimly lit and filled with the smell of smoke and dust.
They stopped in front of a door at the end of the third floor.
The green paint on the door is already mottled and the door frame is slightly deformed.
Wen Liang took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
There was a slow coughing sound from inside. "Who?"
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Charlie?" Wen Liang tried his best to make his voice sound gentle.
Then the door opened a crack, revealing a face full of deep wrinkles, full of vicissitudes and fatigue, and the cloudy eyes looked at the stranger outside the door warily.
"Who are you?" The old man's voice was hoarse, with a strong local accent, and full of vigilance.
He was hunched over and wore an old jacket that had been washed so much that it looked bleached, with the cuffs badly frayed.
"Mr. Charlie, my name is Fei," Wen Liang looked sincere, "We... are here for Emma's matter."
Hearing the name "Emma", the old man's turbid eyes suddenly shrank, his body instantly tensed, and he subconsciously wanted to close the door, "You guys go, I don't know anything."
“Mr. Charlie, please don’t rush to refuse.” Wen Liang’s voice was very light, but it carried an unquestionable power, “Like Emma, I am a victim of Keller Hospital.”
She paused and looked directly into the old man's bloodshot eyes. "We believe what she said about Keller Hospital and KL Group. We want to expose their true colors. I know you have always wanted to avenge Emma. Please help me."
The old man coughed violently a few times, his body hunched even more. "In the past eight years, waves of people came to my door. Some claimed to be reporters, some claimed to be police officers. They all said they were here to help me, but there was no follow-up news. They were all liars. No one wanted to seek justice for Emma. They just wanted to use Emma to attract attention."
Lu Yao spoke at the right time, his voice low and steady: "Mr. Charlie, we are not reporters, not police officers, we are victims like Emma, and we have the same stance. Please give us a few minutes, maybe the clues we have can piece together a more complete truth with what you know."
The old man paused and slowly opened the door.
"Come in." His voice was hoarse and full of weakness. "Just a few minutes."
Inside the door was a small, dim studio apartment with old, simple furniture: a folding table, two chairs, and a single bed.
The only window faces the back wall of the building next door, and the light is very poor.
The air was filled with the smell of medicine and an indescribable scent peculiar to elderly people living alone.
There was a small, blurry photo on the wall showing a young Emma holding a little blond boy, about three or four years old, with a big smile.
Old Charlie sat dejectedly on a creaking chair beside the table. He didn't invite them to sit down, but just lowered his head and stroked his hands, which were covered with calluses and age spots.
"What do you want to know? I said everything I should have said eight years ago, but no one believed me."
Wen Liang didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Mr. Charlie, how much do you know about the 'KL Rare Blood Type Mutual Aid and Care Association'? How did Emma join? Have you met the 'member' who contacted her?"
A trace of deep hatred flashed in the old man's turbid eyes: "Association? Bah! That's a trap that eats people! Emma... She was approached by a man named Mark Thompson when she was doing a free blood sugar test at the community health center. He said that Emma's blood type is very valuable, it is "angel blood" that is "one in ten thousand". KL Group has a special care project that can provide the best health check-ups for free... Free! Haha, free..."
He let out a heartbreaking dry laugh.
"How does this Mark know Emma's blood type? When did Emma test for a rare blood type?"
"When Jamie was three years old, he was hit by a motorcycle while playing and needed a blood transfusion. That's when we found out that Jamie's blood type was very special, and Emma's blood type was also special. Oh, Jamie is Emma's child."
"Did Emma have any symptoms before she was diagnosed with liver cancer?"
Old Charlie had answered these questions many times, so he answered without thinking, "Emma was a little thin during that time, so when she was diagnosed with liver cancer, we believed it and lost our composure, so we signed the voluntary agreement."
"Then Emma went to do drug experiments? Have you seen the people in the laboratory?"
"I have seen one. I took Emma there the first time she went for a drug experiment. In the reception area of the laboratory, I saw several people waiting. They were all here to do drug experiments, so I didn't suspect anything. We were received by a young man wearing a white coat and a mask, with his name on a nameplate on his chest. But after Emma died, I was interviewed and the laboratory was dismantled overnight, leaving no trace. Only then did I remember to check the person who received us, but I found that the name on his nameplate was also fake."
Wen Liang shook his head sadly and helplessly.
The same method is really hard to guard against.
Who would have thought that the name clearly written on the nameplate was fake?
Wen Liang and Lu Yao looked at each other, pointed at the photo on the wall, and asked curiously, "That child is Jamie, right? Where did he go after Emma died?"
According to the time calculation, Jamie should be twelve years old now, a young boy.
There was obviously no trace of his life in this small room.
When his grandson was mentioned, old Charlie's body trembled violently, and he covered his face with his hands, letting out suppressed, bestial sobs.
After a long while, he managed to calm down, his voice fragmented: "Emma... when she left, little Jamie was only four years old. He was... taken away by the child welfare agency. They said I was unable to raise him... I applied to take him back... but it was no use. Now I don't even know where he is..."
Wen Liang had a bad feeling in his heart, "Did Jamie inherit Emma's blood type?"
"Yes, it's the rare one..."
Wen Liang and Lu Yao exchanged extremely solemn looks.
"My child has the same blood type as Emma and was taken away from Keller Hospital right after he was born."
After hearing Wen Liang's words, Old Charlie relaxed his vigilance. Then he thought of something and turned pale. "You mean... Jamie was not taken away by the welfare agency, but by Keller Hospital..."
"No... Impossible..." Old Charlie shook his head violently, his body shaking like a dead leaf in the wind, trying to deny this suffocating inference, "The welfare agency... they said it was formal..."
"If it was a formal one, how could you not even know where he was?" Lu Yao said, "They could even set up a suitable trap for Emma, an adult, let alone Jamie, a child who couldn't resist?"