The documents contained a record of Oskar's life in the welfare institute over the years, as well as cases of medical treatment at various hospitals.
At the end, there was also a card that he had carried from infancy. Tara Summer stared at the handwriting on the card, her heart souring.
She turned her head again to glance at Oskar's beautiful angelic little face, sighed softly, and said to Owl Eagle, "Owl Eagle, I want to make a donation to the welfare institute. Could you handle that for me? Remember, do it through a third-party agency, and don't reveal my name!"
"No problem." Owl Eagle turned to look at her, his expression gentle. "How much would you like to donate, Young Madam?"
"I'm not really sure." Tara Summer furrowed her brows, asking earnestly, "How much would we need to also furnish the welfare institute with some new furniture, facilities, and reconstruction of the buildings? Plus, there are the children's seasonal clothes, shoes, blankets, and so on…"