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.

my senior

find the truth about his death, as I believe you

she insisted on having Eddie do it because

too young, not at all like

They had agreed beforehand to put all the blame on Cheyenne. But Mrs. Terry had let

too lazy to obtain the medical certificate. In fact, her medical skills were not inferior

trusted that flimsy piece of paper

let

mind this matter, he walked to her side with a

“Can you handle it?”

foot injury hasn’t healed yet, so you

body was transferred from the

white spotlight on the surgical table. Eddie put on

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

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

body had been in cold storage for a long time, so

the small piece

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

packed, like a

definitely wasn’t a

“What is this?”

eggs,” Cheyenne

at the enlarged LCD screen on the

and couldn’t help but remind her, “Auntie, be

turned her head to

things in her

Kelvin remained calm, looking at Cheyenne

out the surgery methodically,

something that could be

the two of them often work

feeling rose in his

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