apter 107


    <b>Chapter </b><b>107 </b>


    Joshua couldn’t help but feel pleased.


    Though thepliment was just about his tattoo, it still put him in a good mood.


    Now, he couldn’t help but wonder if Shermine was satisfied with his figure?


    Shermine lowered her gaze. She did want to touch him but quickly dismissed the idea. Aber all, with a fake and like him, it wouldn’t be right by maker a move. She then headed toward the treadmill.


    Unbeknownst to her, Joshua followed her with a desirous, intense gaze,


    After their workout and breakfast, Shermaine needed to visit the forensic department at the police station Joshua wanted to go with her, but she refused. “You should go to the hospital for a hill physical examination. As for Wendelyn, I can handle it alone”


    <b>Joshua </b>insisted, “Let me drive you to the police station first, then I’ll head to the hospital myself”


    “Fine,” said Shermaine.


    When they arrived at the police station, they found Ruth already waiting there.


    Ruth had received the call about Wondelyn’s death, Now she had to im the body of the adopted daughter she’d raised for eighteen years.


    Ruth didn’t feel the slightest bit of sorrow, if anything<b>, </b>she <b>found </b>the whole thing utterly disgusting


    Frowning at the document the officer handed her, Ruth snapped, “Wasn’t it ruled a suicide? Why do I need to


    to sign an autopsy consent forms?”


    The officer replied, “While the initial ruling is suicide, this is an order from above, Ma’am, I still need you to sign the document; it’s possible your daughter didn’tmit suicide.”


    Ruth had no intention of looking into whether Wendelyn <b>had </bmitted suicide or been murdered. Impatiently, she snapped, “I won’t sign. What a waste of time. I’ll just bury her in a few <b>days</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    The officer was at aplete loss. Ruth could switch moods faster than anyone could blink if there were a world championship for changing <b>faces</b>, she’d take the gold without a doubt.


    Just then, Shermaine and Bradley walked in through the doors


    er sign this consent form. There’s more to your adopted daughter Wandelyn’s death than meets the eye”


    Bradley urged, “Mrs. Jean, you’d better


    Ruth <b>frowned</b>, shooting Bradley a cold stare. But the moment she spotted Shermaine, her demeanor shifted noticeably, adopting an ingratiating tone. “Sheary, was this your idea?”


    “That was my decision,” Shermaine said coldly.


    “Then I’ll sign,” Ruth saidpliantly


    Bradley was surprised by how quickly Ruth had changed her mind. But honestly, it was already toote for her to take Shermaine’s side.


    Upon entering the forensicsb, Shermaine found Wendelyn’s body alreadyid out on the dissection table. She donned the protective gown, mai gloves provided by the forensic examiner, sanitied herself thoroughly, and then walked straight over


    The forensic examiner, a woman in her thirties, thought Shermaine looked remarkably young for this line <b>of </b>work. Yet when confronted with a corpse, Shermaine didn’t so much as flinch. If it werd anyone else, they might tremble with fear.


    Aside from the head injury, Wendelyn’s body showed no other signs of trauma. Shermaine examined her fingers and then her eyes, which were bloodshot with abnormal swelling. Pressing against the stiffening body, she felt something suddenly bulging beneath the abdomen. It was alive <b>and </b>


    moving.


    The creature darted frantically Inside Wendelyn’s body, but Shermaine’s scalpint was even quicker With surgical precision, the ficked the living thi In one swift notion.


    The forensic examiner was in awe. This girl’s surgical skills were truly impressive. Even after performing thousands of autopsies, even she couldn’t hinh that worn out of the body with such a single, precise cut.


    The slender red worm, deprived of blood, twitched a couple of times before lyingpletely still.


    The forensic examiner as


    asked, “What kind of weam is this?”


    “Never seen anything like this,” Shermaine said calmly, pulling out her phone to take several detailed photos. She made a note to ask around about it Later.


    The forensic examiner leaned in closer and asked, “So it was a homickle?”


    “Yes,” Shermaine replied…


    The forensic examiner shook her head. “Using worms to kill people is bing a thing now? That’s downright creepy”


    She’d heard that before Wendelyn died, she <b>had </b>been repeatedly bashing her <b>head </b>against the wall until her <b>face </b>was covered in blood, only stopping when she finally died.


    What went around came around. Wendelyn, who once used worms to harm others<b>, </b><b>ended </b>up being killed by them herself.


    To Shermaine’s surprise, Ruth was still waiting outside the forensicsb as she emerged. The moment she saw Shermaine, Ruth hurried over with an ingratiating smile. “Sheary, it’s almost noon. Why don’t we grab lunch together?”


    Shermaine was bemused by her sudden change in attitude. She said coolly, “Mrs. Jean, as far as I recall, we’re not exactly close


    Ruth’s smile froze. “Mrs. Jean? Sheary, I’m your mother!”


    “Is that <b>so</b><b>?</b>” Shermaine looked at her.


    Ruth’s eyes flickered, but she kept up her shameless act was wrong before. I acted foolishly, and I shouldn’t have treated you that way. Sheary, please <b>forgive </b>me,” she pleaded, clearly ying the sympathy card.


    If only she hadn’t looked down on Shermaine back when she <b>first </b>showed her talent. <b>Now</b>, it was toote; Shermaine wasn’t so easily won over.


    Shermaine didn’t mince words. She said coldly, “Your precious daughter was always the apple of your eye. Now that she’s gone, you’d better focus on handling her funeral arrangements. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”


    With that, she turned on her heel and strode of


    The moment Shermaine left, Ruth’s face instantly fell, twisting into an ugly grimace.


    Bradley followed Shermaine out of the police station and asked, “Madam, where would <b>you </b>like to go next? I can give you a ride”


    Shermaine paused. “Take me to the hospital to see Joshua,” she said.


    “Understood, Madam”


    She went to meet her senior for coffee and to check on the results of Joshua’s medical report. But what she never expected was to coincidentally run into Jameson and his mistress at Yaleview Hospital.


    The two of them stepped out of the elevator arm in arm, acting for all the world like a loving married couple.