"Stop!"
A voice like heavenly music came, South Jenkins turned his head, and saw Keira Olsen furrow her brows, staring at Susan Simpson.
South Jenkins's eyes were red: "Miss Olsen, I really didn't do it, it wasn't me..."
Susan Simpson then looked at Keira Olsen: "Little sister, what's wrong? I am doing this to force the formula out of her to save Uncle Olsen's life. You, as his biological daughter, wouldn't be trying to stop me, right?"
Keira Olsen stared at her: "South Jenkins might be innocent."
"You know it's only a 'might', right? What if she is indeed the poisoner?"
Susan Simpson spread her hands: "There's a saying—'better to kill by mistake than to miss out.' Uncle Olsen is currently lying in bed, his life hanging by a thread; how can you, his daughter, seem so unconcerned?"
She looked at Peter Olsen: "This isn't a daughter that was raised by your side, she doesn't feel close..."
Keira Olsen's brows furrowed.
