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

now?" "She hasn't been around in

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

them to help

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

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

named Clara Whitaker who

who she is?" "Clara

haven't even heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the more things didn't

who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

with her, he seemed to sense

struck Sheryl, and her

into the underground parking lot of

quickly exited the car and hurried toward room

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

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

older brother had clung tightly to the woman

he felt like his heart was

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

stopped in his tracks, holding

corridor, the Beckett brothers

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out

his sickly

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin

it was

deliberate steps, he made his

faint but growing desire welled up inside

to see

as Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

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

hard,

Alyssa had an accident

only aggravated the old injury on

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