Jenna Roland lifted her gaze, her clear eyes meeting Justin Kemnis's. "What would you like to know, Mr. Kemnis?"

Justin lounged lazily on the leather sofa, his long legs crossed. His slender fingers rested casually on his knee. "Tell me about your family."

"My parents passed away when I was young." Jenna's voice was soft. "My brother and I were taken in by our uncle. After five years, we moved out on our own."

Justin frowned slightly. "Why your uncle's family?"

Jenna's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her shirt. "The other relatives... didn't want us." She paused. "Aren't you taking notes, Mr. Kemnis?"

"I'll brief my supervisor verbally." Justin's gaze darkened. "How is your brother now?"

"He has congenital heart disease." Jenna's voice tightened. "He was supposed to have surgery as a child, but it kept getting delayed. He's a high school sophomore now, with excellent grades." She pressed her lips together. "We only have each other."

Ethan Roscente handed Justin a cigarette and lit one for himself. Through the haze of smoke, his eyes flickered briefly toward Jenna.

"What happens if he doesn't get the surgery?" Justin exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

Jenna clenched her fists. "He'll die." Her voice trembled. "I work at the club to save up for his operation."

"How much do you need?"

"About eight hundred thousand at the local hospital." Jenna calculated quietly. "With follow-up treatments, close to nine hundred thousand total."

Justin tapped his cigarette ash. "I understand the situation. You'll have an answer within two days."

Jenna's tense shoulders finally relaxed. A faint smile touched her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Kemnis."

"Let's go." Justin stubbed out his cigarette.

Ethan rose to follow, pausing to give Jenna one last lingering look before leaving.

Inside the elevator, Justin slung an arm around Ethan's shoulders. "Your wife's had it rough."

Ethan coldly shrugged him off. "I know."

"Treat her well." Justin raised an eyebrow.

"None of your business." Ethan's tone was icy.

Justin persisted. "I played my part well, didn't I?"

Ethan frowned and swatted away Justin's hand as it returned to his shoulder. "Don't touch me."

"Stingy!" Justin pouted. "After all the help I gave you, I can't even put an arm around you?"

Ethan shoved his hands in his pockets and shot Justin a disdainful glare. "Your hands are filthy."