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.
"Although Mr. Terry and I were competitors, he was my senior in medical skills, and I respected Mr. Terry."
"Please allow us to find the truth about his death, as I believe you also want a clear understanding, don't you?"
Finally, Mrs. Terry agreed, but she insisted on having Eddie do it because she didn't trust Cheyenne's medical skills.
After all, she looked too young, not at all like an accomplished doctor.
This decision infuriated Mrs. Chambers and Juliana alike. They had agreed beforehand to put all the blame on Cheyenne. But Mrs. Terry had let them down.
Cheyenne 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 inferior to anyone's.
Unfortunately, now people only trusted that flimsy piece of paper with their names on it...
"Cheyenne, then let me not interfere."
Eddie didn't mind this matter, he walked to her side with a smile, as gentle as ever.
"Can you handle it?"
He nodded, "Yes, it's just that your foot injury hasn't healed yet, so you should rest on the side."
Ten minutes later, the body was transferred from the morgue to Emergency Room 1.
The surgery resumed, with the operating room's overhead lights turned on, casting a glaring white spotlight on the surgical table. Eddie put on his blue surgical gown and white rubber gloves and entered the operating room.
Cheyenne stood by the side, her gaze fixed on the knife in his hand, giving instructions from the sidelines with her lips slightly parted.
With a gentle swipe of the sharp silver surgical knife, Jase's abdomen was effortlessly cut open, as if slicing through tofu.
The body had been in cold storage for a long time, so there was no fresh blood flowing out.
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