"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."

background, and you don't have the slightest suspicion... Just wait here. Miss Olsen isn't the type

Jenkins nodded. "Okay."

butler was gone, Jenkins paced

...

taken away, Uncle Olsen's room was still crowded with

all present, their faces etched with concern. Seeing this moved Keira

the Olsen family was

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

repeatedly assured them that Uncle Olsen would be alright until

with too many members of the Olsen family.

to leave, leaving only

me, what

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

is your home, and we are your family... But tell me, is it the same Fox who tampered with

should be

still time. Let's think it through. Uncle has always been very fond of your mother. If we can rescue her, all his hardships

he said was

still

was... what about the

fine if they could find a way to stop the arranged marriage between the Martin family and Vera. Even if they couldn't find one, there wouldn't have been any

united in marriage, they would become opposing factions, so adding

she had put herself on

Mr.

a plan! If we really

he looked toward

him the

can we see from this? How can we find her? There's

deep breath, "I know someone in

point, that was indeed

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