Jenna's hand trembled as she gripped her phone, her knuckles turning white. She looked up at Ethan, disbelief flooding her eyes.

"Officer Cole said Milo got into a fight at school. The injuries are serious." Her voice shook. "That can't be true. Milo would never hurt anyone."

She had raised her brother herself. No one knew his gentle nature better than she did.

But if the officer's report was accurate, this incident could ruin Milo's academic future.

"Mr. Roscente." Jenna stepped closer, fingers twisting anxiously. "I need your help."

Ethan set down his fork. His piercing gaze remained icy. "Speak."

"If Milo really did this..." She bit her lip. "Could you intervene? I don't want him expelled."

Since their parents' deaths, relatives had turned their backs. In Los Angeles, she had no one to rely on.

Her only hope now was Ethan. As an HM Group executive, he had the connections to handle this.

"How?" Ethan arched a brow, expression indifferent.

"Just keep him from being detained or kicked out." Desperation edged her voice. "I'll repay you."

Ethan dabbed his mouth with a napkin and stood.

"Unnecessary." His tone was flat. "He's technically my brother-in-law."

Jenna's eyes brightened. "Thank you, Mr. Roscente."

"Move."

He strode toward the door. Jenna scrambled after him, grabbing her purse.

Since marrying Jenna, Ethan's lifestyle had plummeted. His Rolls-Royce replaced by an Audi Q7. Even his chauffeur had been revoked by Grandpa Harrison's orders.

The mighty HM Group CEO now drove himself—all thanks to Jenna.

To maintain his "commoner husband" persona for the old man, he'd made these humiliating concessions.

The Audi sped toward the police station.

Jenna studied the unfamiliar interior from the passenger seat.

"You changed cars?" she ventured timidly.

"Hmm." Ethan kept his eyes on the road.

"The previous one seemed nicer—"

"Ms. Roland." His interruption was sharp. "You talk too much."

Jenna immediately fell silent, lowering her head.

Noticing her dejected expression, Ethan surprised himself by explaining: "It was a loaner from a friend."

Jenna blinked, unprepared for this rare moment of clarification.

"I see," she murmured.