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...

with her?" Sheryl

now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave

them to

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

given

Clara

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

was her first time

pondered, the more things didn't

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

had approached Clara, asking

with her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her

glided into the underground

the car and hurried

of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy

saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

tightly to the

like his heart was being crushed

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

in his tracks, holding

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

white light, Jasper stood

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

sinister secret —Justin was

was Jasper who relented

he made his

but growing desire

to

room,

you here at this hour?"

hard,

had an accident

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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