Sean Roland tapped his slender fingers against the table. "That's certainly possible."

Jenna Roland leaned back on the couch, her eyes dim. "Even if we're sure he forged it, he'll deny everything in court. We have no solid proof."

"Jenna," Sean said gently, "Managing an orchard is too much for you. Why not find an easier job? It would give you more time to care for Milo."

She gave a bitter smile. "I can't even get the orchard back now. There's nothing left to manage."

A waiter approached, placing a latte in front of Jenna. "Your coffee, ma'am."

"Thank you." She took a sip, then turned to Sean with a thoughtful gaze. "Why would Uncle Victor hide the will for so long?"

She remembered him claiming years ago that it had been destroyed. Its sudden reappearance was suspicious.

Sean shook his head. "Father's motives are hard to guess. But if he kept it all these years, it must be important. Keep it safe."

"Mm." She carefully folded the document and tucked it into her bag.

Glancing at her watch, Jenna stood. "I need to visit Stella. Her ex-boyfriend beat her up—she's in the hospital."

Sean's brow furrowed. "What happened?"

After hearing the details, his expression darkened. "That scum. At least she got away in time."

Jenna grabbed her purse. "I’ll head out now. We’ll talk later."

"Be careful." He watched her leave before finishing his coffee at a leisurely pace.

In the hospital room, Sylvia Savigny sat by the bed, peeling an apple. The conversation stopped when Jenna entered.

"Feeling any better?" Jenna set a fruit basket on the nightstand, then froze at the sight of Stella.

A bandage covered Stella's forehead. Her left cheek was bruised, her right lip crusted with dried blood. Puffy eyes barely stayed open. Worst of all, her left leg hung in a cast, suspended by a metal frame.

"It's just minor injuries," Stella rasped, forcing a weak smile.

Sylvia slammed the fruit knife down. "A fractured leg and internal bleeding—'minor'?"

Dressed in an elegant navy velvet gown, her curls cascading over her shoulders, Sylvia's polished appearance only magnified Stella's haggard state.

Jenna sucked in a sharp breath. "That bastard! I should’ve let security break his legs that night!"

"My mistake for trusting him." Stella's voice was hoarse. "Don’t waste your energy on me."

Sylvia crossed her arms, fury burning in her striking eyes. "I already gave Jake Varley’s file to Mr. Lucien. He promised to make that trash pay."