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

now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they

them

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

would have given up much earlier, given how

named Clara Whitaker who

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

even heard of

first time here." Sheryl fell

the

a frequent presence, had stopped

had approached Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed

struck Sheryl, and her

sports car glided into the underground

exited the car and hurried

his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard,

image of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

brother had clung tightly to

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

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

end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made

but growing desire

to

room, Justin smiled

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

swallowed hard,

Alyssa had

she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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