My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire?

Chapter 580

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The maid was stunned by the situation.

She looked at Susan in shock, lowering her voice as she spoke. "Miss Simpson, if you don't let go soon, she's going to die!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Susan's eyes. "So what if she dies? She has confessed already!"

The maid was taken aback by these words. "When did she..."

"Just now. Didn't you hear it?" Susan looked at the maid with a smile that was not quite a smile. "You and I both heard her confession. We were both so shocked that we couldn't keep an eye on her, and she committed suicide out of guilt!"

The maid was completely bewildered upon hearing this.

She had followed Susan simply because she was usually annoyed by Jenkins. Why were the butler and Peter so nice to her and not the other maids?

So, she was jealous of Jenkins.

That's why when Susan said they were going to interrogate Jenkins, she impulsively decided to follow along.

But no matter how jealous she was of Jenkins, she couldn't bear to watch her die!

The maid swallowed hard, wanting to intervene, but Susan was pressing down on Jenkins relentlessly, simply not letting go.

Outside the window, the knocking continued, and Peter asked louder. "Jenkins? Jenkins? Why aren't you speaking? Have you gotten into some trouble?

"Jenkins, say something! If you don't talk, I won't care about you anymore! If something happens to you in the future, I won't come to see you again!

"...Alright, it was our fault yesterday. We shouldn't have locked you up here alone, but try to understand. It was indeed impossible for you to clear your suspicion... Everything was just too coincidental. How come you had to wash the coffee cup?

"Jenkins? Hey, if you don't talk, I'm leaving!"

Peter knocked on the window, "I'm serious, if you remain silent, I'm really going to leave!"

Inside the bathroom, the maid covered her mouth, not daring to speak.

She looked toward Jenkins in the bathtub once again...

Jenkins's struggle was getting weak. The lack of oxygen made her feel she was going to pass out.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see the bottom of the bathtub.

She felt her strength and energy draining away slowly. Her entire body seemed to be getting lighter as if she were about to bid farewell to this world.

In a daze, Jenkins thought about her life.

Having no family, she grew up in a foster home, so she had been working from a young age to save for her tuition. It seemed like no one in her life truly cared about her, and no one would mind the death of a little orphan like her.

No, there should be one.

Peter.

He was so pure and kind-hearted.

He would help her with the ladder when she, a maid, couldn't move it...

He would also follow behind her, saying what was there to be tired about with such a small ladder. "Let me help you," he said.

If she died, would Peter shed a tear for her?

Thinking of this, Jenkins stopped struggling.

She slowly closed her eyes.

...

After knocking on the window for quite a while without a response from inside the room, Peter grew concerned.

He couldn't help but frown.

At that moment, Keira, who had heard some noise, came walking over.

She had stayed with Uncle Olsen in his bedroom the previous night, and even though the family doctor said the poison would be fine for the time being and there would be no life-threatening issues within seven days, Keira still found it hard to trust that.

It wasn't until this morning that she felt Uncle Olsen's pulse and found that his pulse was still strong even in a deep sleep, which finally eased her worries.

She hadn't yet figured out how to deal with old Mr. Martin, nor did she know how to ask the Martin family for an antidote.

Feeling restless, she prepared to step outside for some air. Then she thought of Jenkins, so she came here.

That's when she saw Peter sneakily talking to a closed window.

One could shut the curtain of the guest room window from the inside; once closed, those outside could no longer see inside.

Peter looked like a person having an affair and was still cooing Jenkins. "Alright, I know you're innocent. I'll talk to my sister and see if she'll let you out today, alright? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Keira walked over, stood behind him, and watched Peter squatting down, gently coaxing the person in the room. She couldn't help but whisper, "What are you doing?"

"Ah!"

Startled, Peter jumped up as if he had seen a ghost. When he turned around and saw Keira, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Little sister, why do you move so quietly? You could scare someone to death!"

Keira looked toward the guest room and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Peter was startled again. Would his sister blame him if she knew he was visiting a suspect?

Thinking it over, he realized it was also quite inappropriate. With Uncle Olsen's fate uncertain, here he was, helping a suspect. His sister must be angry, right?

He scratched his head. "I, I wasn't really doing anything. I just came here to ask Jenkins a question, to see if she's the murderer or not. That's right, I was trying to use my charm to get her to tell the truth!"

Keira was speechless.

She couldn't help but give Peter a once-over, her gaze filled with disdain.

Out of all the Olsen brothers, Peter had to be the least good-looking.

Just as she thought of this, Peter became agitated. "What's with that look in your eyes?"

Keira shook her head and was about to speak but suddenly heard something. She immediately looked toward the room and asked, "How long have you been talking to Jenkins here? Did she respond to you?"

Peter thought she was mocking him for not being handsome enough, which was why Jenkins ignored him, so he stubbornly replied, "She did respond..."

"Really?"

Keira suddenly became tense, "When did she talk to you? What did she say?"

Peter said, "Well, I admit she didn't talk to me, but it's not because I lack charm. It's just that we had an argument last night..."

As soon as he said this, Keira rushed to the door and tried to push it open.

But the door was locked from the inside and wouldn't budge.

Keira checked and saw that the lock the butler used to close Jenkins in yesterday was undone, which indicated...

Keira's pupils shrank. "Something's wrong!"

Peter asked, "Did Jenkins escape?"

"Step aside."

Keira said and took two steps back.

Peter also stepped back. Keira then kicked the door open and entered the room, only to hear the sound of running water from the bathroom!