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...

there any issues with her?" Sheryl

now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can

them to help

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

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

named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard

was her first time

she pondered, the more

who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed

Sheryl, and

sports car glided into the underground parking lot

car and hurried toward

his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating of

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

had clung tightly to the woman he

heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

stopped in his tracks, holding his

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers

white light, Jasper

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

the end, it was Jasper

firm, deliberate steps, he made

faint but growing desire welled up inside

wanted to see

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

this hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard, his

had

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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