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 hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave

force them to help

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

people would have given up much earlier, given

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard

time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the

Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

quickly exited the car and

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

tightly

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

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

in his

brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like

shadow, his sickly

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

was Jasper

he made

desire

wanted to

enter the room,

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

hard, his

Alyssa had

only aggravated the

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