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?" Sheryl

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

work, so

them to help out

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

Clara Whitaker

know who she

heard of

was her first time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the more

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

Clara, asking if they'd

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

realization struck Sheryl,

car glided into the underground

car

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

saved only by Justin's quick

brother had clung tightly to the

felt like his heart was being crushed

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

in his

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

it was Jasper who relented

he made his way

growing desire

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

brings you here at this hour?"

swallowed hard, his voice

had an accident

only aggravated

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