Jenna Roland took a deep breath, locking eyes with Sophie Roscente. "My brother Milo has congenital heart disease. He needs immediate surgery that costs nearly a million."

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists. "Our parents died young. With no education, I left our uncle's house with nothing but Milo. A friend said working at the club paid well, so I came."

Vanessa Galatea scoffed. "Congenital heart disease? Who'd believe such a sob story?"

Tracy Atlante sneered. "Pathetic attempt to gain sympathy."

Wendy Ordelia remained silent, observing from the sidelines.

Jenna's sharp gaze swept over them. "I'm speaking to Sophie. Whether she believes me is her choice. As for you two—your opinions mean nothing."

She'd even dared to raise a knife against Victor Roland. These pampered socialites didn't intimidate her.

Vanessa's face flushed crimson. "How dare you speak to me like that?"

Jenna stood her ground. "Are you royalty? Drop the act. The only reason I'm holding back is out of respect for Sophie."

Sophie finally spoke. "So you took this job to fund your brother's surgery?"

Vanessa gasped. "Sophie! You can't possibly believe—"

Sophie silenced her with a glance. "This is between us."

Jenna nodded firmly. "He's my everything. Bartending, scavenging—I'd do anything to save him."

After a pause, Sophie said, "I'll trust you on one condition. You must quit immediately."

She couldn't allow the future Mrs. Roscente to have such a stain on her reputation.

Jenna met her gaze steadily. "Already done. The Red Cross covered the medical bills."

Sophie's breath hitched. This stubborn girl would rather accept charity than ask Ethan for help?

She had no idea how far her brother would go for her.