"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."

Plus, I've thoroughly investigated your background, and you don't have

Jenkins nodded. "Okay."

was gone, Jenkins paced back and

...

taken away, Uncle Olsen's room was

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

familial atmosphere of the Olsen family was

yet the bonds within the Olsen

that Uncle Olsen would be alright until the seventh day and asked everyone

a hundred square meters in size, Uncle Olsen's study was overrun with too many members of

persuaded everyone to leave, leaving

me, what exactly

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

your home, and we are your family... But tell

should

Uncle has always been very fond of your mother. If we can rescue

what he said was

still

was... what about the DNA test in two

two days would have been fine if they could find a way to stop the arranged marriage between the Martin family and

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

put herself on the

deep, frustrated breath and said, "Do you think we can find old Mr. Martin's

really can

toward

handed him

flabbergasted. "What can we see from this? How can we

deep breath, "I know someone in the police force.

point, that was indeed their

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