"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

Jenkins nodded. "Okay."

the butler was gone, Jenkins paced back and

...

Uncle Olsen's room

and sisters-in-law were all present, their faces etched with concern. Seeing this

atmosphere of the Olsen family was

yet the bonds

that Uncle Olsen would be

a 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 those

persuaded everyone to leave, leaving

"Tell me,

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

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

nodded. "It should be the

think it through. Uncle has always been very fond of your mother. If

what he said

still felt

was... what about

to stop the arranged marriage between the Martin family and Vera.

the Martin family and Vera were united in marriage, they would become opposing factions, so adding a

put herself on

frustrated breath and said, "Do you think we can find old Mr. Martin's daughter within two days? Could that calm his rage enough to give

"That's a plan! If we really

toward Lewis,

handed him the

one look and was flabbergasted. "What can we see from this? How can we find her?

breath, "I know someone in the police

was indeed their

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255