Impressed by Jennie's ability to dispose of the pit herself, Mrs. Nelson praised Jennie, "It's amazing that Jennie can do that on her own." She couldn't help but think that Jennie must take after Tyrone.

Jennie was speechless at the sudden compliment over such a trivial and simple thing.

"Royce, do you think Jennie's lips resemble Zandra's?" Mrs. Nelson asked.

Zandra, Royce's sister, was Lance's and Keilani's mother.

Royce observed Jennie closely before nodding in agreement. “Yes, a little."

“My daughter is bound to take after me while I resemble my mother,"

Keilani chimed in.

Keilani exclaimed in her heart, "What a stroke of luck! If things continue like this, everyone will only assume Jennie is my daughter, burying the truth.”

After some casual conversation in the living room, Royce turned to Tyrone and said, "Tyrone, come with me."

"sure." Tyrone stood up and said to Jennie, “Behave yourself, alright?"

“I will," Jennie responded obediently.

In the study, Royce settled onto the sofa and gestured to the seat opposite him. “Please take a seat, Tyrone."

Tyrone did as told.

As they got comfortable, a maid entered and served them a bottle of wine.

Tyrone poured the wine for Royce. “Here you go, Mr. Nelson."

Royce took a sip of the wine and regarded Tyrone with a somber expression. "Had it not been Keilani told me about it, I wouldn't have imagined you would have such a connection with her."

Tyrone bowed his head and admitted, "I feel deeply ashamed."

"And you should," Royce affirmed while looking at Tyrone with all seriousness. His words carried weight, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Royce was indignant and sought justice for Keilani. From Keilani's account, he learned she had endured Tyrone's mistreatment, yet she chose not to involve the authorities and even chose to give birth to his child.

The atmosphere in the study was tense.