"Doesn't it just prove there's something wrong with that orphanage? Rabbie, please, help me. I really need you."
Rabbie still looked troubled.
I took out my phone and had Sophia transfer fifty thousand dollars to her account.
"Consider it as hiring a tour guide, okay? I don't need you to do anything. Just drive me around, show me the way, and push my wheelchair. I have broken bones and won't be healed for months."
Rabbie finally nodded, "You're pitiful, and I'm a poor single mother too. I have to take care of my child. Forgive me. I don't want to get into trouble."
"Yes, thank you."
Rabbie helped me call the police.
...
"I'm sure my daughter is in that orphanage. There must be some kind of shady dealings going on there."
The mustached police officer nodded noncommittally.
"And Ra
