"Stop!"

The voice sounded heavenly as a chorus to Jenkins. She turned around and saw Keira staring at Susan.

Jenkins's eyes teared up. "Miss Olsen, I didn't do it. It wasn't me..."

Susan looked toward Keira. "Keera, what's wrong? I'm doing this to force the formula out of her mouth to save Uncle Olsen's life. As his biological daughter, you're not going to stop me, are you?"

Keira fixed her gaze on Susan. "Jenkins might be innocent."

"You know it's just a 'might,' right? What if she's the one who poisoned him?"

Susan spread her hands. "There's a saying, 'Better to kill by mistake than to miss an enemy!' Uncle Olsen is lying on the bed right now, his life hanging by a thread, and you, his daughter, seem so unconcerned."

She turned to look at Peter. "This is what happens with daughters not raised by your side... they're not close..."

Keira frowned even more.

Peter took the vase from her hands. "Regardless, questioning Jenkins is fine, but if you smash her with this vase, wouldn't that kill her?"

Susan said, "Without threatening her like this, how could a trained person like her possibly tell the truth so easily?"

Peter said, "But still, you can't..."

Susan cut him off. "Mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself."

Peter was left speechless yet again.

Keira didn't bother with Susan but instead turned to the butler. "Jenkins, indeed, is a suspect, so find a room and lock her up. We'll talk after I investigate the scene."

The butler nodded; her request was quite reasonable. Susan wanted to say more, but Keira watched her warily. "The Olsen family is a respectable household. We do not allow private torture chambers, nor do we allow confessions under duress!"

Intimidated by her, Susan pursed her lips and said no more.

The butler hurriedly pulled Jenkins out the door, took her to an unoccupied guest room on the third floor, and then locked the door from the outside.

Jenkins's eyes were red. "Sir, it really wasn't me."

"I know, you're a good kid. How could it be you? Plus, I've thoroughly investigated your background, and you don't have the slightest suspicion... Just wait here. Miss Olsen isn't the type to apply extrajudicial punishment; she will clear

Jenkins nodded. "Okay."

paced back

...

Jenkins was taken away, Uncle Olsen's room was

all present, their faces etched with

the Olsen

viciously over inheritance, yet the bonds within the Olsen family seemed

stayed by Uncle Olsen's side until the doctor repeatedly assured them that Uncle

hundred square meters in size, Uncle Olsen's study was overrun with too many members of the Olsen family. Even though seating was available for

persuaded everyone to leave, leaving only

asked, "Tell me, what exactly

ended with a self-reproachful tone. "I didn't expect the South family

family... But tell me, is

"It should be the

been very fond of your mother. If we can rescue her, all his hardships won't count for

what he said

she still

what about the DNA

way to stop the arranged marriage between the Martin family and Vera. Even if they couldn't find one, there

Martin family and Vera were united in marriage, they would become opposing factions, so adding a bit more hatred didn't

she had put

breath and said, "Do you think we can find old Mr. Martin's daughter within two days? Could that

really can

he looked toward

him

we see from this?

deep breath, "I know someone

this point, that was

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