Chapter 413: Miss Lawrence Is Different

Mrs. Terry couldn’t bear her husband’s frequent domestic violence, especially when he was drunk.

She had long wished for his death.

Now that Jase was dead, it was actually a relief for Mrs. Terry. Whether there were clues didn’t matter that much to her.

Juliana, however, told her that Cheyenne was wealthy and if she could prove her as the murderer, she would receive a substantial compensation.

Her husband had taken away all the money in the house, most of which ended up in the pockets of his mistress and their illegitimate child.

Meanwhile, she and her daughter were living in a small apartment. Her only hope now was to get that money and leave this heartbreaking place with her daughter, never to return. Cheyenne could easily see that Mrs. Terry could be easily swayed and manipulated.

Perhaps she could find some clues from her.

So, Cheyenne looked at Mrs. Terry intently, gently took her hand, and comforted her, “Madam, I know Mr. Terry’s death has caused you a great deal of pain.”

“Now I am accused of being the murderer, but I’m innocent. Please give me a chance to clear my name, and I promise I can find the real killer.”

“Furthermore, if you have any difficulties, please speak up. I won’t let you down.”

When Cheyenne got closer, she noticed the faint marks of bruises on Mrs. Terry’s fair neck, hidden beneath her collar.

Even the area near her temple was slightly swollen.

Compassion welled up within her.

She discreetly slipped a one million dollar check into Mrs. Terry’s hand.

Mrs. Terry hesitated as she held the check, and it was at that moment that Eddie joined in the persuasion.

He suddenly approached, bowed deeply and sincerely to Mrs. Terry, his voice gentle like the breeze, gently blowing into one’s heart.

were competitors, he was my senior in medical skills, and I respected Mr.

death, as I believe

Mrs. Terry agreed, but she insisted on having Eddie

young, not at all like

alike. They had agreed beforehand to put all

could only spread her hands helplessly, indicating that she was just too lazy to obtain the medical certificate. In fact, her medical skills were not

that flimsy piece of

then let

her side with a smile,

“Can you handle it?”

that your foot injury hasn’t healed yet, so you should rest on

transferred from the morgue to Emergency Room

a glaring white spotlight on the surgical table. Eddie put on his blue surgical gown

side, her gaze fixed on the knife in his hand, giving instructions from the sidelines

sharp silver surgical knife, Jase’s abdomen was effortlessly cut open, as if slicing through

for a long time,

followed Cheyenne’s instructions and found the small piece

as he made the incision, white round objects clung to his intestines and

packed, like a

wasn’t

“What is this?”

eggs,” Cheyenne replied with

enlarged LCD screen on the wall, her face turning pale,

and couldn’t help but

she herself quickly turned her head

such disgusting things in her uncle’s stomach. She felt like throwing up

calm,

out the surgery methodically, showing the deep understanding between Cheyenne and

something that could be

two of them often work

this, a sour feeling rose in his heart,

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