Jason Roland pouted and muttered unhappily, "Mom, is that really fair to say about me?"

...

When Jenna Roland returned to Beverly Hills, the night was already deep.

Only Milo Roland was in the living room.

Seeing Jenna back so early, Milo immediately ended his call, surprised. "Sis, you're not working today?"

Jenna sat on the couch, rubbing her sore neck. "I took the day off to visit Uncle Victor's place."

"What?"

Milo's eyes widened as he plopped down beside her. "Why would you go there? Did they give you any trouble?"

She couldn't tell him about their parents' murder yet—not before his surgery. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

Jenna kept her tone casual. "Attorney Hugo said Uncle Victor already transferred the orchard. To get it back, we need to find Mom and Dad's will."

"But didn't he burn it?" Milo frowned.

Jenna pressed her lips together. "Something that important? He wouldn't have actually destroyed it. What he burned that day must've been a fake."

"Oh." Milo's face lit with understanding. "So you went looking for the real one?"

"Yeah." Jenna picked up the remote. "I'll need to sneak into his house these next few days for a chance to search."

Milo burst out laughing. "You sound like a secret agent."

Jenna chuckled too. "Keep this between us."

Milo nodded emphatically. "Don't worry. My lips are sealed."

"Good." Jenna turned on the TV, then suddenly remembered. "Ethan's not back yet?"

"He usually comes home around eleven." Milo studied her. "Sis, have you eaten?"

"I grabbed something on the way." Jenna nodded.

"Then enjoy your show. I'm heading back to my game." Milo stood up.

Jenna hummed in acknowledgment.

Not long after Milo left, the doorbell rang.

Jenna checked the time with a frown—only 7:30 PM. Ethan never returned this early. Very few people knew she lived here. Who could it be?

"Who is it?" She approached the door.

"Me."

Ethan Roscente's cool voice came through.

Jenna froze, then quickly opened the door.

Seeing him standing there, she blinked in surprise. "Mr. Roscente, how—"

Ethan strode past her into the living room and took a seat on the couch. "The dinner meeting ended early."

"Oh." Jenna followed and sat down. "I thought you'd be back much later."

She hesitated. "Mr. Roscente... are you hungry?"

"...No." Ethan glanced at her before looking back at his phone.

Heat rushed to Jenna's ears—of course he wouldn't be hungry right after a business dinner. What a stupid question.

She bit her lip, gathering courage. "Mr. Roscente—"

Before she could continue, Ethan's brows drew together slightly. He met her gaze. "No need for formalities. Just call me Ethan."