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

now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so

can't force them

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her brows

a woman named Clara Whitaker who

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

haven't even heard of

it was her first time here."

the more things didn't add

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

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

her, he

realization struck Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the

the car and

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

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

tightly to the woman

was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

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

stopped in his

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

Jasper stood

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

sinister secret —Justin was a monster

was Jasper who relented

steps, he

but growing desire welled

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and

hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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