My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

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."

The butler sighed. "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 your name."

Jenkins nodded. "Okay."

Once the butler was gone, Jenkins paced back and forth in the room.

...

After Jenkins was taken away, Uncle Olsen's room was still crowded with people.

His two brothers and sisters-in-law were all present, their faces etched with concern. Seeing this moved Keira deeply.

The familial atmosphere of the Olsen family was truly commendable.

So many families fought viciously over inheritance, yet the bonds within the Olsen family seemed unbreakable...

Everyone stayed by Uncle Olsen's side until the doctor repeatedly assured them that Uncle Olsen would be alright until the seventh day and asked everyone to leave...

Although 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 who stayed, the air was still stuffy.

Eventually, Keira persuaded everyone to leave, leaving only Ellis there.

Ellis asked, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Keira sighed and had no choice but to explain the situation with the South family. She ended with a self-reproachful tone. "I didn't expect the South family to be so difficult to deal with. Their power is so great. Now, it has even implicated my father..."

Ellis immediately retorted, "Don't say that! This is your home, and we are your family... But tell me, is it the same Fox who tampered with my medical examination report?"

Keira nodded. "It should be the same person."

Ellis frowned. "There's still time. Let's think it through. Uncle has always been very fond of your mother. If we can rescue her, all his hardships won't count for anything."

Keira knew what he said was true.

But she still felt guilty...

The key issue was... what about the DNA test in two days?

Delaying it by two days would have been 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 consequences.

After all, once the Martin family and Vera were united in marriage, they would become opposing factions, so adding a bit more hatred didn't matter.

But now, she had put herself on the griddle!

She took a deep, 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 us the antidote?"

Ellis immediately said, "That's a plan! If we really can find his daughter, this might blow over!"

Then he looked toward Lewis, "Where's the photo?"

Lewis handed him the photo.

Ellis took one look and was flabbergasted. "What can we see from this? How can we find her? There's practically no clue at all!"

Keira took a deep breath, "I know someone in the police force. Let's check the database!"

At this point, that was indeed their only choice!

...

Susan and Peter went downstairs, with Peter's gaze repeatedly shifting toward the third floor. Then he turned to Susan and reprimanded, "You shouldn't have lashed out at Jenkins earlier."

With a look of grievance, Susan said, "Peter, I was just anxious. Uncle Olsen is lying in bed, and I wanted to contribute to the family and make everyone acknowledge me..."

Peter felt exhausted. Susan's behavior had been so obvious at the Martin family's banquet. He'd be a fool if he couldn't see Susan's hostility toward his younger sister!

Suddenly, he said, "You better not come over tomorrow..."

Before he could finish, Susan interrupted. "If only there were someone like me by Uncle Olsen's side at the critical moment to pull him back, just to stop him from drinking that coffee..."

She sighed, "Then Uncle Olsen wouldn't have been poisoned, right?"

The words of refusal that were on the tip of Peter's tongue suddenly got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say them.

In the end, even though Susan's behavior wasn't proper and there seemed to be some grudges between her and Keera, Susan still saved his life...

Susan seemed not to hear him for the first time, and her face had a puzzled look. "Peter, what did you just say?"

Peter sighed softly, "Nothing. I'll have the chauffeur take you home."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow."

Susan waved and left with a smile on her face. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She knew she had been too obvious, but that didn't matter. As long as she was Peter's lifesaver, the Olsen family couldn't do anything to her!

Watching Susan exit the house, Peter finally snapped back to reality.

He hung his head low, dejectedly heading upstairs to his bedroom. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked up toward the third floor.

He went to the kitchen, grabbed some food, and took it to the third floor.

The room where Jenkins was confined had a small window leading to the corridor. He knocked on the window, which was immediately opened, revealing Jenkins's panicked face.

In a flurry, Jenkins looked at him. "Young Master Peter, please help me! I don't want to die! I swear I didn't poison anyone!"

Peter frowned.

Jenkins burst into tears. "I'm begging you, I'm really scared. Will you please let me out? Just for the sake of that time when I saved you..."