As Jenna stormed out, her fists balled up in frustration, she almost collided with a waiter carrying a tray.

Coming up with a plan, she quickly steered him toward a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. She slipped him some money, whispering, "I need a favor, and there's more where that came from if you pull it off."

Intrigued by the offer, the waiter eagerly asked, “What do you need?"

After a wary look around, Jenna handed him a small paper bag from her pocket. "Fetch me a cup of."

Once everything was in place, Jenna sauntered back into the private room, a sly smirk on her face, holding a cup of milk.

She approached Jerrold directly and set the cup in front of him.

"Try this, it's milk."

Jerrold gave Jenna a cautious glance.

Without skipping a beat, Lilah chimed in, “Jerrold isn't a fan of milk. Maybe Vera would prefer it."

Jenna flashed a dismissive smile. "Vera doesn't like it either, but I brought this milk as a way to mend a past mix-up with Jerrold.”

Felipe shot Jenna a look, as if she were almost a stranger.

Richard, on the other hand, seemed pleased with Jenna's actions.

Turning to Jenna, he remarked, "You did well today."

"Uncle, I think I might have stepped out of line earlier," Jenna confessed, her eyes flicking back to Lilah. "After all I've said, Lilah, do you still question my intentions?"

Lilah met her gaze calmly and responded, “It's not that I distrust you, but Jerrold really isn't fond of milk. I recall Vera drinking it often. Perhaps you should offer it to her?"

Cornered, Jenna replied, “Vera doesn't care for it anymore."

Their eyes locked, and Lilah pressed, "Is it that she no longer likes milk, or is there something off about this particular one?"

Protecting her child was Lilah's utmost concern.

A flicker of panic crossed Jenna's face as she struggled to maintain her composure, plastering on a forced smile. "With Richard and Gerard here, I think your worries are misplaced."

Sensing the growing tension, Richard and Brenda felt uneasy. Richard asked with a firm tone, “Is there really nothing wrong with this milk?"

“It's perfectly fine," Jenna urged, though her voice wavered.

Lilah remained skeptical and pressed her, “If there's truly nothing wrong with the milk, why aren't you letting Vera drink it?"

Caught in a tight spot, Jenna reluctantly handed over the milk to Vera, adding with a suggestive tone, “Vera, haven't you been avoiding milk these days? If it's mot to your Liking, I can dispose of it."

Confused by her mother's strange implication, Vera answered clearly, "Mom, I really do love milk."