"Ms. Roland, you're quite straightforward." Yvonne Sherwood dropped her fake smile and pulled up a photo from her phone album. "Do you recognize this child?"

The picture showed a four-year-old boy.

With delicate features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and fair skin, the boy's smile bore an uncanny resemblance to Ethan Roscente.

Jenna's heart lurched. Her brows furrowed. "Ms. Sherwood, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"This is my son, Oliver Sherwood." Yvonne stroked the screen tenderly. "Given his surname, I shouldn't need to spell it out for you."

Stella Laurent scoffed first. "You're claiming some random kid is Ethan's? How pathetic."

She raised a mocking brow. "Ethan loves Jenna. As his ex, you should know your place and stay away."

Yvonne remained unruffled. "If Grandpa Harrison hadn't interfered back then, Oliver would've been old enough to run errands by now. Ms. Roland, no matter how much it stings, you can't change the fact that Oliver is Ethan's flesh and blood."

"When did you leave the country?" Jenna suddenly asked.

"Four years ago." Yvonne smiled. "Oliver is four now. The timeline matches perfectly."

Jenna clenched her fists. Ethan had mentioned Yvonne had a four-year-old son. If this was true...

"Bring the child for a paternity test another day." Jenna met her gaze squarely. "If he's really Ethan's, I won't stand in your way."

Yvonne calmly produced a DNA report. "It's already been done. See for yourself."

Jenna didn't even glance at it. "I want to witness the sample collection myself. Otherwise..." Her lips curled coldly. "How do I know this report isn't fabricated?"

After their last misunderstanding, she wouldn't take anyone's word at face value again.

"Why not go straight to Ethan?" Jenna took a step forward. "Coming to me specifically... Could it be this child isn't his at all?"

Yvonne's expression faltered. "I just hoped you'd step aside voluntarily and let Oliver return to his real father."

Jenna burst into laughter. "If he's really Ethan's son, what's stopping me from raising him myself?"

"You—!" Yvonne's elegant facade finally cracked.

"Hit a nerve?" Jenna arched a brow mockingly. "Don't tell me I was right. Is this child actually someone else's?"