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 her?"

here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

them to

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

much earlier, given

named Clara Whitaker

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

even heard of that

time here." Sheryl fell into deep

more she pondered, the

who had been a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara,

with her, he seemed to sense some

Sheryl, and her

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of the

quickly exited the car

footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring

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

tightly to the woman he

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

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

his tracks, holding

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

light, Jasper stood out

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

the end, it was Jasper

he made his way

faint but growing desire welled up

to

the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

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

swallowed hard,

had an accident

only aggravated the

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