"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.
