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 a

But that's not unusual.

work, so they

them to

to have someone like Ms. Altman

given up much earlier, given how exhausting it

a woman named Clara

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

haven't even heard of

first time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the more things

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

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and

into the underground parking lot

exited the car and hurried toward

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

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

brother had clung tightly to the woman he

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

suddenly swung open as he

in his

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

the sterile white light, Jasper stood

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire

to

enter the room, Justin

this hour?" Justin asked with a

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an accident

only aggravated

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