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 lowered her

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

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can

can't force them to help

someone like Ms. Altman

earlier, given how exhausting it

Clara Whitaker who visited the

she

haven't even heard of

it was her first time here." Sheryl

the more things didn't add

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

quickly exited the car

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

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

had clung tightly to the

that moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and

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

his tracks, holding

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

was Jasper

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way

faint but growing desire welled up

wanted to see

the room, Justin smiled and opened his

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

hard,

had

only aggravated the old injury

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