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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl lowered her

"She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

their work, so

force them to help out

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

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

named Clara Whitaker

know who she is?" "Clara

heard

first time

she pondered, the more things didn't add

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed to

Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

exited the car

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

Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick

tightly to the woman he once

was being crushed mercilessly by an

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

stopped in his tracks,

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

light, Jasper stood

shadow, his sickly pallor

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

it was Jasper who

firm, deliberate steps, he made

desire welled up

to see

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

hard,

had an accident

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

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