It turns out; she's Yolanda Fern, the wife of Sylvan Cheney.
No wonder, she looks a lot like Lana Fern.
"Lana, Mr. Cheney is your sister's man. If their relationship is good, what are you worried about," Jasmine Yale says with a cold face.
"No matter how good the relationship, they're afraid of a cheap woman," retorted Lana Fern, "Some women like to throw themselves at men."
"Lana, watch your words, or next time I dispose of you, it won't be with coffee but with paint," warned Jasmine.
"Did I say something wrong? Why are you upset?" scoffed Lana, "It's a pity. You threw yourself at him, lost your son, yet Mr. Cheney didn't even give you a second look. Jasmine, you're so pitiful."
"Lana, if you had enough confidence, you wouldn't be hiding from me, would you?"
Jasmine looked outside but didn't see Lana anywhere.
