Chapter 578

Jenkins couldn't sleep all night.

The wind outside was very strong, and every time it hit the window, she would wake up with a start.

She was very afraid, very panicked, and very fearful.

Uncle Olsen had collapsed right before her eyes, stiff as a board, and she had never been so close to sickness and death in her life.

If they couldn't find an antidote for Uncle Olsen and he died like that, could she clear herself of the suspicion of being a murderer?

No wonder the Olsens were keeping her captive. Even she herself found the whole situation very mysterious.

How come Uncle Olsen spilled the coffee yesterday?

How come she rinsed the coffee cup?

If she hadn't, they could have checked the coffee residue for any traces of poison and even analyzed the poison's composition.

Of course, they thought she was the suspect.

Jenkins was close to crying.

It wasn't until the day broke that she finally fell asleep in a daze.