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

here now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever

them to help out

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

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

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she

even heard of that

first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more things didn't add

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

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her

into the

car and hurried toward room

echo of his hurried footsteps was all

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

tightly to the woman

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

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

in his tracks,

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

end, it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he

desire

to see

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

hour?" Justin

swallowed hard,

had an

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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