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...

issues with her?" Sheryl

she still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever

can't force them to

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her brows

named Clara Whitaker who visited

she

even heard of

time here." Sheryl

the more things

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

had approached Clara, asking if they'd

with her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and her

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

the car

the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

clung tightly to the woman he

heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

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

his tracks, holding his

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

was Jasper

he

growing desire welled

to see

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

swallowed hard, his

had an accident

she's only aggravated the old injury

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