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

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave

can't force them

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman

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

was a woman named Clara

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard

her first time

pondered, the more things didn't add

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl,

the underground

exited the car and hurried toward room

of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard,

image of Alyssa's near accident, saved only

brother had clung tightly

was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and

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

in his tracks,

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

Jasper stood out like a striking

shadow, his sickly

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

was Jasper

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way

desire welled

wanted to

room, Justin

you here at this hour?" Justin asked

hard,

Alyssa had

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

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