Tears streamed down Stella Laurent's face the moment she saw Jenna Roland.

She stumbled forward, her voice choked with sobs. "Jenna, we've got nowhere else to turn..."

Jenna steadied her trembling shoulders.

Sylvia Savigny stood nearby, her face as pale as parchment, lips cracked and bleeding.

"Not here." Jenna cut her off. "Let's get you both cleaned up at my place."

She briskly opened the car door and ushered the sisters into the backseat.

Inside the Beverly Hills elevator, Stella continued weeping. "That lunatic Yvonne—"

"Shh." Jenna pressed a finger to her lips. "Wait till we're inside."

The moment they entered, Jenna nudged them toward the bathroom. "Did you bring clothes?"

After receiving their nods, she turned and dialed Ethan Roscente's number.

"I've taken in the Laurent sisters," Jenna stated bluntly. "Yvonne wants them dead."

Silence stretched for several seconds.

"Are you sure you want to get involved?" Ethan's voice carried resignation.

Jenna scoffed. "I stood up to the Rolands. You think she scares me?"

"What about Officer Hill—"

"The evidence is solid. He'll handle it!"

Ethan sighed. "You're being naive."

Jenna clenched her fists. "Should I just let them die?"

"That's not what I meant." He paused. "Call me if you need backup."

"Don't bother." Jenna rolled her eyes. "Just focus on the company."

As she hung up, the clatter of pots came from the kitchen.

Sylvia stood hesitantly in the doorway, words caught in her throat.

Jenna didn't turn around. "Go rest. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

The chopping of the knife against the cutting board echoed sharply through the penthouse.