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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave whenever

can't force them to help out

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

given up much earlier, given

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

know who she

haven't even heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl

pondered, the more things didn't

a frequent presence,

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and

into the

the car

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

accident, saved only by Justin's

older brother had clung tightly to

he felt like his heart was being crushed

as he

stopped in his tracks, holding

brothers

sterile white light, Jasper stood

sickly pallor the

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret

it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made his

faint but growing desire welled up

wanted to

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

hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard, his voice

had an accident

aggravated the

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