My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

545  Chapter 544

Peter had just approached when he heard Jenkins crying and saying something, so he immediately asked, "What did you say?"

Jenkins was startled. When she turned her head and saw it was Peter, she immediately glared at him, said nothing, and turned back to continue her work.

Today, her task was to clean the windows, one of which was near the second-floor corridor and required her to reach high.

Jenkins was up on a ladder while cleaning the windows.

Peter accidentally touched the ladder, and it immediately began to tilt. Jenkins swayed. Her pupils shrank from fear, and she let out a scream.

Then she fell from the ladder.

Seeing this, Peter didn't think twice before immediately catching her in his arms.

The expected pain didn't come; instead, Jenkins landed in a pair of strong arms. Opening her eyes, she saw Peter, which scared her into pushing him away.

Then she fell onto the ground, hurting her backside.

Peter immediately stepped forward. "Are you okay?"

Jenkins asked angrily, "Why did you let go?"

Peter said, "Didn't you push me?"

He touched his nose awkwardly and then looked at his palms.

Susan liked him, and he knew it, but when he was with Susan, he always felt calm, like still water, never knowing what it felt like to be passionate about someone.

Even when they hugged or kissed, he still didn't want to take it further, and he didn't feel much of anything.

Only just now, when he held Jenkins and felt the firm and soft buttocks of the woman in his hands, he felt as if his palms had been burned.

He now felt somewhat panicked, his face turning red.

Jenkins's eyes turned red, yet she stubbornly got up from the ground, straightened the ladder, and climbed back onto it.

Peter asked, "Why are they making you clean such high windows? Is the butler bullying you?"

Jenkins said irritably, "He has been so good to me. Don't slander him! I finished my work early today. The butler wanted to hire someone from outside to clean the windows, but I told him I could do it!"

Peter immediately frowned. "Everyone has their duties. Why are you doing this?"

Jenkins was infuriated. "Why do you think? To please you, of course! Or maybe I'm hoping for a Prince Charming falling for me, the poor Cinderella!"

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Seeing his expression, Jenkins got even angrier. "You're just an ignorant, rich young master who never had to lift a finger! I'm doing this to make money! Money! Your girlfriend's dress is worth thirteen thousand. How can I repay the debt without earning money?"

After saying this, Jenkins said, "By the way, can we discuss something? I'll repay that money in installments. After I get my monthly salary, I'll give Miss Simpson 2,500 dollars. I'll need to keep five hundred for my living expenses."

Peter was amazed. "You don't even have thirteen thousand in savings?"

From the time he could remember, his parents gave him a bank card containing the pocket money he'd usually receive every year, roughly around several tens of millions.

So, to him, thirteen thousand was like thirteen dollars to ordinary people. He couldn't comprehend what that amount of money meant.

Hearing him say that made Jenkins even more upset.

She scoffed. "I only have five hundred in my account! I always use my monthly salary! Are you happy now, Young Master Peter? How could us poor people save up thirteen thousand? Do you know what that much money means for an average family? It's their annual income!"

Peter was speechless.

Seeing the dumb look on his face, Jenkins suddenly thought she might have misunderstood him.

He asked Susan for an apology because he felt it was wrong for Susan to have hit Jenkins, and his idea of having Jenkins compensated with money might be his way of ensuring fairness.

For a moment, Jenkins didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his attitude.

She turned around, ready to continue working, when Peter walked away.

Jenkins was dumbfounded.

She thought people like him would never understand the struggles of those at the bottom.

Jenkins sighed and resumed her diligent work.

When Keira left the house, she saw what was happening. She paused briefly, then called over the butler and whispered some instructions to him.

She had heard about today's incident as well.

Susan had taken it out on Jenkins because she had felt slighted by Keira.

That was indeed an undeserved misfortune for Jenkins.

Keira felt a tad guilty toward Jenkins and instructed the butler to transfer thirteen thousand to Jenkins, hoping to smooth over the incident.

Having risen from the lower classes, Keira understood Jenkins's predicament.

The butler nodded and said, "Miss, you are as kind-hearted as you're beautiful."

Keira said, "Uncle, you are my elder. Just call me Keera."

The butler was also part of the extended Olsen family, so he felt uncomfortable always addressing her formally as "Miss".

The butler smiled, "Alright, I'll take the liberty then. Keera, you have no idea how delighted Master Sam is that you could come back! He had a room prepared for you as soon as he knew of your existence. There's a surprise in the first drawer of the desk in your room."

Keira was momentarily stunned and immediately returned to her room. Upon opening the drawer in the study, she saw a photo frame.

She recognized Jodie South at a glance.

It was an image of Jodie South at the age of twenty. Keira shared a striking resemblance to Jodie South. She had always lived with her mother and had grown used to her appearance, so she hadn't noticed it before. But now Keira realized just how much she and her mother looked alike—it was no wonder people often mistaken her for Isla even when Keira was still an illegitimate daughter.

Keira then looked at the middle-aged woman next to her mother in the photo. That must be her grandmother, Jessica South, who looked very much like her mother in her forties. Jessica seemed very gentle, and Keira didn't resemble her much.

Keira touched her own face. She shared fifty percent of her mother's features, and the other half, they say, resembled Uncle Olsen's mother, so it made sense that she didn't bear much likeness to Jessica.

Her eyes dazzled as she stared at the photograph, mesmerized.

Her mother had told her that a big fire had claimed her grandmother's life, as well as their home in Clance, leaving nothing of her grandmother behind. Keira hadn't expected that Uncle Olsen had kept a photograph of them...

Wait a minute, something's not right.

A big fire?!

The South residence, too, was destroyed by a big fire!

Keira suddenly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with contemplation.

Why were both incidents related to a fire?

If the fire at her villa was set by Fox, who then started the fire at her grandmother's house back in the day?

Keira frowned, feeling as if she was beginning to understand something... something was frantically spinning in her mind.

When all impossibilities were discarded, the truth might just be in front of her!

Keira's eyes suddenly lit up as she realized something—she had figured it out!