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

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

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they

force them

like Ms.

up much earlier, given how

Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more things didn't add

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

Clara, asking

her, he seemed

Sheryl, and

the

car and hurried

footsteps

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

brother had clung tightly to the woman

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

door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

his tracks, holding

corridor, the Beckett brothers

light, Jasper stood out like a striking

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

it was Jasper who

he made his

growing desire welled up inside

wanted to see

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

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard, his

had

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

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