My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

822 Chapter 821

Jenkins was utterly defeated.

She ignored everyone and retreated straight to her tiny room at the Olsen estate.

Despite her cover as Lion being blown, she wasn't treated any differently. Still, the accommodations didn't match the comfort Erin enjoyed in Charles's room—especially since Charles had voluntarily moved into the guestroom for her.

Jenkins sprawled on her bed, torn between crying and screaming.

So Clownfish had driven her away just to flex some control? As long as she left, everything was fine, and returning was perfectly okay?

For years, she had longed to see her friends in Country A but didn't dare visit, fearing she'd endanger them. Now, after everything, it turned out she'd been overthinking it.

She clenched her fists in frustration. Clownfish was maddening! Infuriating!

Grabbing her pillow, she pummeled it as if it were Clownfish's face. The occasional muffled yells from her room echoed faintly into the hall.

In the living room, Erin glanced at Keira, who was working on her laptop. "Should we, I don't know, try to console her? She sounds pretty crushed."

"Why bother? Peter's already standing outside her

raised a brow. "But he

trouble. Didn't you see the

chuckled mischievously, though sympathy flickered across her face. She cracked open a bag of pistachios. "Honestly, if I were her, I'd lose it too. Clownfish hasn't changed a bit since we were kids—always messing

typing. "What does

anyone supposed to know how they'd turn out? People change

deepened. She wanted as much information as possible about Clownfish.

placed Clownfish in

Keira pressed. "Anything odd about her

nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing

shrugged. "We didn't know each other's families back then, but I remember Clownfish's parents being kind of eccentric. Clownfish hated going home. And yeah, she was a weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all kinds of creepy crawlies to school. Once, she put a rat in Keera's

Keira blinked. "A rat?"

she is—totally the type to freak out over stuff like

the tidbit. This wasn't just a mischievous child; Clownfish's behavior had

"And?" Keira prompted.

remember. It's not like my memory is flawless, especially for stuff from when I was three. Even with the South family's knack

their own painful experiences while easily forgetting

Clownfish's personality