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

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

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they

can't force them

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

given up much earlier, given

named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard

was her first time here."

more she pondered, the

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

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

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and her

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot

quickly exited the car

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

near accident, saved only by Justin's quick

had clung tightly to the woman he once

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

stopped in his tracks,

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

his sickly pallor the only hint of his

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made

faint but growing desire welled up inside

to

the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

what brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard, his

Alyssa had an accident

she's only aggravated

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255