A black Maybach was parked at the back entrance of the orphanage, its lights off and engine idling.

Soon, a figure emerged from the back door, hurriedly approaching and entering the car.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ms. Gillis," the woman apologized respectfully.

Sheryl sat in the car with an air of arrogance, and her legs crossed in a relaxed manner.

She handed a brown envelope to the woman.

"Good work this morning," Sheryl remarked.

The woman took the envelope from Sheryl and had a feel of its thickness.

She smiled from ear to ear.

"All that needed to be done was to cut a brake cable.

It was no trouble at all." Sheryl couldn't be bothered to even glance at the woman she deemed inferior.

Her expression remained cold as she spoke.

"By the way, have you looked into all the volunteers and the teachers at the orphanage like I asked?" "To have," the woman replied confidently.

"I've been here for about a decade.

It was a breeze." She pulled out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them over to Sheryl with both hands.

Taking the papers, Sheryl began to peruse them, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the details.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

She pulled out a document with a photograph of a striking woman—Amber Altman, the woman Jameson had groomed as Alyssa's substitute.

"This woman...

is a volunteer at the orphanage?" "Yes, Ms. Gillis.

Ms. Altman has been volunteering at our orphanage for over two years.

She also donates to the orphanage annually, so she's well-regarded here." The woman noticed that Sheryl had become quite agitated.

Puzzled, she asked, "Ms. Gillis, are there...

any issues with her?"

"She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can

can't force them

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

Clara Whitaker who visited

you know who she is?" "Clara

even heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

into the

the car

of his hurried footsteps was all that

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once

that moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin

in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

Jasper stood out

shadow, his sickly pallor

a sinister secret —Justin was a

the end, it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made his way

but growing desire welled

wanted to see

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

you here at this hour?" Justin asked

hard, his

had an

only aggravated the old

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