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...

with her?" Sheryl

now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave whenever they

force them to help

like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

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

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard of that

time here."

she pondered, the more things

new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed

Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

the car and hurried toward

of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could

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

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once

that moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

door to her ward suddenly swung open as

in his tracks,

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor

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

it was

he made his

growing desire welled up

wanted to

the room, Justin smiled

hour?" Justin asked with a

hard, his

Alyssa had

she's only aggravated the old

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