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 lowered her

here now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever

force them to help out

Ms. Altman volunteer

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

Clara Whitaker who

she is?"

even heard

time here." Sheryl fell

the more

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

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and

into the underground parking lot of

car and hurried

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could

Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once

was being

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

stopped in his tracks, holding his

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper stood

sickly pallor the only hint of

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

end, it was Jasper who

he

but growing desire welled

to see

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his

brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

aggravated the old injury

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