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.

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

death, as

having Eddie

young, not at all like an accomplished

alike. They had agreed beforehand to put all

helplessly, indicating that she was just too lazy to obtain the medical certificate. In fact, her medical skills

now people only trusted that flimsy piece of paper with their names

let me

to her side with

“Can you handle it?”

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

was transferred from the morgue to

the surgical table. Eddie put on his blue surgical gown and

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

silver surgical knife, Jase’s abdomen was effortlessly cut open,

had been in cold storage for a long time, so there was no fresh

and found the small

as he made the incision, white round

densely packed, like a

definitely wasn’t

“What is this?”

Cheyenne replied

screen on the wall, her face turning

in time and couldn’t

quickly turned her

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

remained calm, looking at

didn’t personally operate, under her guidance, Eddie carried out

wasn’t something that could

of

about this, a sour feeling rose in his heart, making him feel

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