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 lowered her

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

But that's not unusual.

so they

can't force them to

it's rare to have someone like Ms.

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

Clara Whitaker who visited the

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

haven't even heard of

time here." Sheryl fell into

more she pondered, the

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

unfamiliar with her, he

Sheryl, and her eyes

into the underground parking lot

quickly exited the car and hurried toward

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

clung tightly to

was being crushed mercilessly by

door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

his tracks, holding

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless

white light, Jasper

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

was

steps, he made his way toward

but growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled

this hour?" Justin

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had an accident

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

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